it was christmas eve babe
in the drunk tank
an old man said to me,
we 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 a 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 they`ve got rivers of gold
but 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 a corner then danced through the night
and the boys of the 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 scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse i pray god it`s our last
and the boys of the 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
and the boys of the nypd choir still singing `galway bay`
and the bells were ringing out for christmas day