Lyrics
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one"
And then he sang a song, the rare old Mountain Dew
I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you
I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to one
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas, I'll always 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 blows right through you, it's no place for the old
When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve
Hope 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, and the crowd they were singing
Though we kissed on the corner, and we danced 'round the floor
And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway bay
And the bells were ringin' out on Christmas day
I could have been someone and so could anyone
I took my dreams from you when I first met you
I kept them with me, babe, and put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an Aul Hoor, on junk
Lyin' there on the drip, nearly dead in the bed
You're a scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead
And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway bay
And the bells were ringin' out on Christmas day
I love you baby
I've got a feeling, this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
Oh, I love you, baby
There's going to be good times, when all our dreams come true
So happy Christmas
I love you, baby
