It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
"You 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 18 to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So, happy Christmas, babe
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
The wind blows 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, I was 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
And we kissed on a corner
And we danced through the night
And the boys in the NYPD choir
Was 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 on a drip
Nearly dead 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 in 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
But I kept them with me, babe
And I put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
♪
And the boys in the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
♪
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