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 year´s 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
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 scambag you maggot
you cheap lousy $fagott$
happy Christmas you arse I pray god it´s our last.
And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day.
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
And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day.