Fairytale of New York Lyrics to the song.
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It was Chrlstmas 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 Chris+mas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.
They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Itīs no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Chrls+mas 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.
And the boys from the NYPD choir
were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Chrls+mas 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 Chris+mas your arse
I pray god it's our last.
The boys of the NYPD choir's
still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Chrlstmas day.
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 out alone
I've built my dreams around you
And the boys of the NYPD choir's
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.