It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tankAn 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 18 to oneI've got a feeling this year's for me and youSo, Happy Christmas, I love you, babyI can see a better time when all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the oldWhen you first took my hand on a cold Christmas EveYou promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York CityWhen the band finished playing, they howled out for moreSinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singingWe kissed on a corner, then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choirWere singing "Galway Bay"And the bells were ringing outFor Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junkLying there almost dead on a drip in that bedYou scumbag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggotHappy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choirStill singing, "Galway Bay"And the bells are ringing outFor Christmas Day
I could have been someone, well, so could anyoneYou took my dreams from me when I first found youI kept them with me, babe, I put them with my ownCan't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choirStill singing "Galway Bay"And the bells are ringing outFor Christmas Day