It was Christmas Eve babe

in the drunk tank

an old man said to me

won't see another one

but then they sang a son

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 yearดs for me and you

so happy Christmas

I love you baby

I can see another one

where all our dreams come true.



They got cars big as bars

they 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 day

you promised me broadway was waiting for me

You're handsome you're pretty

queen of new york city

when the band finished playing they hold out from more

Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing

we kissed on a corner

and danced through the night.



* And the boys from 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 cheap lousy faggott

happy Christmas you asshole pray god it's our last.



[Repeat *]



I could have been someone

well so can everyone

you took my dreams from me

when I first found you

I took them with me babe

I put them with my own

can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you



[Repeat *]