[Verse 1: Grace Petrie]
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'
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

[Verse 2: Grace Petrie]
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
And I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

[Verse 3: Cait Field]
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 mе Broadway was waiting for me
[Verse 4: Grace Petrie & Cait Field]
You were handsomе!
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 the corner
Then danced through the night

[Chorus: Grace Petrie & Cait Field]
And the boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day

[Verse 5: Grace Petrie & Cait Field]
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
We love Diane Abbott!
Happy Christmas, your arse
I pray God it's our last

[Chorus: Grace Petrie & Cait Field]
And the boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
[Verse 6: Grace Petrie & Cait Field]
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
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

[Chorus: Grace Petrie & Cait Field]
And the boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
And the boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
And the bells were ringing out
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day