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It was Christmas Eve, babe.
In the drunktank an old man said to me.
Won't see another one.
And then he sang a song.
The Rare Ol' Mountain Dew.
I turned my face away and dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one,
came in 18 to 1,
I've got a feeling this year is 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 that cold christmas eve you promised 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, and all the drunks they were singing.
We kissed in i corner, then danced through the night.
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay".
And 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 cheap lousy faggot.
"Happy Christmas your arse"
I pray God it's our last.
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 kept them with my own.
Can't make it all alone.
I've built my dreams around you.
- "Fairytale of New York", Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer, 1988
In the drunktank an old man said to me.
Won't see another one.
And then he sang a song.
The Rare Ol' Mountain Dew.
I turned my face away and dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one,
came in 18 to 1,
I've got a feeling this year is 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 that cold christmas eve you promised 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, and all the drunks they were singing.
We kissed in i corner, then danced through the night.
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay".
And 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 cheap lousy faggot.
"Happy Christmas your arse"
I pray God it's our last.
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 kept them with my own.
Can't make it all alone.
I've built my dreams around you.
- "Fairytale of New York", Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer, 1988
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