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 years 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 the 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

Living there almost dead 

on a drip In that bed

You scum bag

You maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

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 all 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