Fairytale Of New York Lyrics - More Betterness - No Use For A Name

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 

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 blows right through you it's no place for the old 

When you first took my hand on that 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 boys of the NYPD choir 

Were singing, "Gal way Bay" 

And the bells are 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 scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy fagot 

Happy Christmas your ares, I pray God it's our last 

The boys of the NYPD choir 

Were singing, "Gal way Bay" 

And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day 

I could have been someone but 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 build my dreams around you 

The boys of the NYPD choir 

Still singing, "Gal way Bay" 

And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day 

And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day