It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunktank An old man said to me "Wont see another one" And then they sang a song That rare old mountain tune 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 Where all our dreams come true They got cars big as bars They got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you 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 yelled out for more Sinatra was swingin' All the drunks, they were singing We kissed on the corner Then danced through the night And the boys from 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 Lyin' there almost dead On a drip in that bed You scumbag I've had it You cheap lousy maggot Happy Christmas you ass I pray god it's our last The boys of the NYPD choir Start singing Galway Bay And the bells were 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've kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it out alone I've built my dreams around you And the boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out For Christmas Day