FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK featuring KIRSTY MacCOLL

◆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 I 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 boy of the NYPD choir Were singing ‘Galway Bav' ◆●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 scum bag You maggot ●You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God It's our last ◆●The boy of the NYPD choir Were singing ‘Galway Bav' ◆●And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas Day ◆I could have been someone ●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 ◆●The boy of the NYPD choir Were singing ‘Galway Bav' ◆●And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas Day