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
Of 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 this 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
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 your haggard
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were 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
He all 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
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day