Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe
 In the drunk tank
 An old man said to me
 Won't see another one
 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 had a feeling that years
 For me and you
 Said, "Happy Christmas
 I love you, baby
 I can see a better time
 When all our dreams come true"
 They got cars big as bars
 They got rivers of gold
 But the wind blows right through you
 It's no place for the old
 When I first took your hand
 All your fingers were blue
 Well, I promised you Broadway
 Was waiting for you
 I was 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 on a corner
 Danced through the night
 And the boys of the NYPD choir
 Were singing 'Galway Bay'
 And the bells were ringing out
 For Christmas Day
 Be a bum, it was clutter
 And smell like the gutter
 While sad broken promises
 Lay with the trash
 Every cold chilly night
 We'd end up in a fight
 And I'd pray as you'd yell
 That as train rattled past
 And the boys of the NYPD choir
 Still singing 'Galway Bay'
 And the bells were ringing out
 Christmas Day
 I could have been someone
 Say, so could anyone
 That I took your dreams from you
 When you first found me
 But I kept them with me, babe
 I put them with my own
 Can't make it all alone
 Built my dreams around you
 It's Christmas Eve again
 In the drunk tank
 I'm an old man now
 I won't see another one
 So I'll sing a song
 And sleep when I'm through
 Dream of another life
 Where all our dreams come true