It was christmas eve babe   In the drunk tank   An old man said to me, wont 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   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      Theyve got cars big as bars   Theyve got rivers of gold   But the wind goes 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      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      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   Happy christmas your arse   I pray God its our last      I could have 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