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 a lucky one Came in eighteen to one But I got a feeling This years for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true ♪ They got cars, big as bars They got rivers of gold But the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old When I first took your hand On a cold christmas eve Well, I promised you Broadway Was waiting for you I was 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 And we kissed on a corner Danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are 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 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've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas day ♪ Ella Jem for you!