It was Christmas Eve babeIn the drunk tankAn old man said to me, won't see another oneAnd then he sang a songThe Rare Old Mountain DewI turned my face awayAnd dreamed about you
Got on a lucky oneCame in eighteen to oneI've got a feelingThis year's for me and youSo happy ChristmasI love you babyI can see a better timeWhen all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as barsThey've got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through youIt's no place for the oldWhen you first took my handOn a cold Christmas EveYou promised meBroadway was waiting for me
You were handsomeYou were prettyQueen of New York CityWhen the band finished playingThey howled out for moreSinatra was swingingAll the drunks they were singingWe kissed on a cornerThen danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choirWere singing Galway BayAnd the bells were ringing outFor Christmas day
You're a bumYou're a punkYou're an old slut on junkLying there almost dead on a drip in that bedYou scumbag, you maggotYou cheap lousy faggotHappy Christmas your arseI pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choirStill singing Galway BayAnd the bells are ringing outFor Christmas day
I could have been someoneWell so could anyoneYou took my dreams from meWhen I first found youI kept them with me babeI put them with my ownCan't make it all aloneI've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choirStill singing Galway BayAnd the bells are ringing outFor Christmas day
by Jem Finer and Shane Macgowan
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| RIP Shane Macgowan |
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