Fairytale of New York (Edit) - Radio Edit

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 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
 We kissed on a corner
 Then danced through the night
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Were 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
 Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
 You scumbag, you maggot
 You're cheap and you're haggard
 Happy Christmas your arse
 I pray God it's our last
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Still singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells are 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 alone
 I've built my dreams around you
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Still singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells are ringing out
 For Christmas Day
 
 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 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
 We kissed on a corner
 Then danced through the night
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Were 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
 Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
 You scumbag, you maggot
 You're cheap and you're haggard
 Happy Christmas your arse
 I pray God it's our last
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Still singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells are 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 alone
 I've built my dreams around you
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Still singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells are ringing out
 For Christmas Day
 
 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 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
 We kissed on a corner
 Then danced through the night
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Were 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
 Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
 You scumbag, you maggot
 You're cheap and you're haggard
 Happy Christmas your arse
 I pray God it's our last
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Still singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells are 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 alone
 I've built my dreams around you
 The boys of the NYPD choir
 Still singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells are ringing out
 For Christmas Day