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
  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
    [CHORUS:]
  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
  Sl*t on junk
  Lying there almost
  Dead on a drip
  In that bed
    You scum bag
  You maggot
  You're cheap and you're haggard
  Happy Christmas your arse
  I pray God
  It's our last
    [Repeat chorus]
    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
    [Repeat chorus]
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