[vers 1: Plura]
'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

[vers 2: Plura]
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I got a feeling, this year's for you and me
So happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true

[resten av låten: alla]
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind blows 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 you howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on the corner and danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD Choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day (Hey!)

(You're a bum, you're a slut) You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in the bed
Ah, you scum bag, 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 (hey!)

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 kept them with my arms
I'd make it all alone! Build my dreams around you

Boys of the NYPD Choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

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