It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
And no man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang his song, the rare old mountain Jew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky walk, came in eighteen to walk
I've got a feeling that I'm gonna die
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
And then I got cars, big as cars, I 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 the cold Christmas Eve
You promised me brother was waiting for me
You were hands down, you were pretty, queen of New York City
When the band finished playing, they howled out the more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner, then danced through the night
The boys of the NIPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing now, for Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut of junk
Lying there amongst dead of a drip in the bed
You scam back your night, you cheap pussy
Package, happy Christmas to you all, I pray God it's a laugh
The boys of the NIPD choir are still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing now, 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 in my own
Can't make it all alone
I built my dreams around you
The boys of the NIPD choir are still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing now, for Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut of junk
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Thank you.
Thank you.