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 18 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
When 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 told me that
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They'd howl out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
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're cheap and I've had it
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 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
I 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 are ringing out
For Christmas Day