In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they 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 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
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 yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a 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 s*** 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.
And the boys of the nypd choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were 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 out alone
I've built my dreams around you
And the boys of the nypd choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For christmas day.
It was christmas eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me: won't see another one And then they 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 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 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 yelled out for more Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing We kissed on a 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 s*** 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. And the boys of the nypd choir's still singing Galway Bay And the bells were 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 out alone I've built my dreams around you And the boys of the nypd choir's still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For christmas day. Explain Request ×
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