It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drum tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song, the rare old mountain tune And 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's for you and me So happy Christmas, I love you baby I can see a better time, when all our dreams come true They got cars, biggest 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 the 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 howled out for more Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing We kissed on the corner, then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir, were singing Callaway Bay And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut aren't ya Living there almost dead, on a trip in that bed You're a scumbag, you're a maggot, cheap lousy bigot Happy Christmas you're ours, I'm pretty glad it's on last The boys of the NYPD choir, were still singing Callaway Bay And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day The boys of the NYPD choir, were still singing Callaway Bay And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day I could have been someone, or so could anyone They 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 all alone, I've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir, were still singing Callaway Bay And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day The boys of the NYPD choir, were still singing Callaway Bay And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day The boys of the NYPD choir, were still singing Callaway Bay And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day The boys of the NYPD choir, were still singing Callaway Bay And the bells were ringing out, for Christmas Day