He: 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
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
She: 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
He: You were pretty Queen of New York City
Both: When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a 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
She: You're a bum
You're a punk
He: You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
She: You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last
Both: The boys of the NYPD choir still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day
He: I could have been someone
She: Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
He: 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
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comBoth: The boys of the NYPD choir still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day