It was christmas eve babe,
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me:
We won't see another one
And so 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 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,
And we kissed at a corner and danced through the night

And the boys of the n.y.p.d choir still singing "galway bay",
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day!

You're a bum, you're a punk!
You're an old slut on junk,
Laying there almost dead on a drip in that bed!
You scumbag, you maggot,
You cheap lousy faggot!
Merry christmas your arse I pray god it's our last

And the boys of the n.y.p.d choir still singing "galway bay",
And the bells were ringing out for christmas 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 all alone,
I've built my dreams around you!

[refrão]
And the boys of the n.y.p.d choir still singing "galway bay",
And the bells were ringing out for
Bells were ringing out for
Bells were ringing out for christmas day!