Its 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 dreamed about you

got on a lucky one

came in eighteen to one

ive got a feeling

this years for me and you

so happy christmas

i love you baby

i can see a better time

when all our dreams come true

*jiggy music*

they got cars big as bars

they got rivers of gold

but the wind blows right through you

its no place for the old

when you first took my hand

on a cold christmas eve

you promised me

broadway was waiting for me

youre handsome youre pretty

queen of new york city

when the band finished singin they howled out for more

sinatra was swinging

all the drunks they were singing

we kissed on the corner

then danced through the night

and the boy of the NYPD choir

were singin gallway bay

and the bells were ringing out

for christmas day

youre a bum youre a punk

youre an old slut on junk

lying there almost dead

on a drip in that bed

you scumbag you maggot

you cheap lousy faggot

merry christmas your arse

i pray god its our last

and the boys of the NYPD choir were singing gallway bay

and the boys were ringing out

for christmas day

i could of 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

cant make it all alone

ive built my dreams around you

and the boys of the NYPD choir

were singing gallway bay

and the bells were ringing out

on christmas day