by The Pogues
It was Christmas Eve. babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me "You won't see another one"
And then he sang a song
That "Rare Old Mountain Dew"
And I turned my face away and dreamed about you
I got on a lucky one
Came in 18 to 1
And I got a feelin' this year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love ya baby
And I can see better times when all our dreams come true
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 playin' they howled out for more
Sinatra was swingin', all the drunks they were singin'
We kissed on a corner and danced through the night
Chorus:
And the boys in the NYPD choir were singin', "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringin' out for Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
Lyin' there almost dead on your drip in that bead
You scumbag, you maggot, ya cheap lousy faggot
Merry Christmas your ass
I pray God it's our last
Chorus
I oculd have been someone
But so could anyone
But you took my dreams from me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
Chorus
Na nah nah na nah na...