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      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 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      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 scumbag, you maggot   You cheap lousy faggot   Happy Christmas your arse   I pray God it's our last      The boys of the NYPD choir   Were 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   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   Were singing "Galway Bay"   And the bells were ringing out   For Christmas day