It was Christmas Eve babe 
In the drunk tank 
An old man said to me, won’t see another one 
And then, he sang a song, 
The rare old mountain dew 
I turned my face away 
And dreamed about you 

Got on the lucky one 
Came in eighteen to one 
I’ve got a feeling 
This year’s for me and you 
So happy Christmas 
I love you baby 
I can see a better time 
When all our dreams come true 

They’ve got cars 
Big as bars 
The’ve got rivers of gold 
When the wind goes right through you 
It’s no place for the old 

When you first took my hand 
On a cold Christmas Eve 
You promised me 
Broadway was waiting for me 

You were handsome, 
You were pretty, 
Queen of New York City. 
When the band finished playing 

They howled out for more 
Sinatra was swinging 
All the drunks they were singing 
We kissed on the corner 
Then danced through the night 

And the boys of NYPD choir 
Were singing „Galway Bay“ 
And the bells were ringing 
Out for Christmas day 

You’re a bum 
You’re a punk 
You’re an old slut on junk 
Lying there almost dead on a drip 
In that bed 

You scum bag 
You maggot 
You cheap lousy faggot 
Happy Christmas your arse 
I pray God 
It’s our last 

The boys of NYPD choir 
Were singing „Galway Bay“ 
And the bells were ringing 
Out for Christmas day 

I could have been someone. 
Well so could anyone. 
You took my dreams from me, 
When I first found you. 
I kept them with me babe, 
I put them with my own, 
Can’t make it all alone, 
I’ve built my dreams around you. 

The boys of NYPD choir 
Were singing „Galway Bay“ 
And the bells were ringing 
Out for Christmas day