Its 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
ive got a feeling
this years for me and you
so happy christmas
i love you baby
i can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
*jiggy music*
they got cars big as bars
they got rivers of gold
but the wind blows right through you
its no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
youre handsome youre pretty
queen of new york city
when the band finished singin they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging
all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on the corner
then danced through the night
and the boy of the NYPD choir
were singin gallway bay
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
youre a bum youre a punk
youre an old slut on junk
lying there almost dead
on a drip in that bed
you scumbag you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
merry christmas your arse
i pray god its our last
and the boys of the NYPD choir were singing gallway bay
and the boys were ringing out
for christmas day
i could of 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
cant make it all alone
ive built my dreams around you
and the boys of the NYPD choir
were singing gallway bay
and the bells were ringing out
on christmas day
