Fairytale of New York歌词

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
And 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 the 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 scum bag, You maggot,
You cheap lousy faggot
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,
I 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 were ringing out
for Christmas day