Fairytale Of New York

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 They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you 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're handsome, you're pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing, they hallowed for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks, they were singing We kissed on the corner, then danced through the night The boys of the N.Y.P.D 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 slotted junk Lie there almost dead, on that drip, in that bed You're a scumbag, you're a maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas, your arse I pray God, it's our last The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing, Galway bay And the bells are 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 built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway bay And the bells are ringing out The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway bay And the bells are ringing out, for Christmas day Whoa, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh It's Christmas day