Christy Moore Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, I won't see another one
And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my eyes away and thought about you

Got on a lucky one came in 18/1
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas I love you baby
There's gonna be good times
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 I first took your hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
I told you that Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York City
When the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the crowd they were singing
We kissed on a corner and danced round the floor

The boys of the New York Police choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day

I could have been someone just like anyone
I took your dreams from you when I first met you
I kept them with me babe and put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an auld whore on junk
Lying there on the drip nearly dead in the bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas my arse, I'd rather be dead

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay;
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day