It was Christmas Eve, babe I'm in the drunk tank An old man said to me I won't see another one Then he sang a song A prayer of 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 blows right through you There's no place for the old When you first took my hand On that 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 On the drums they were singing We kissed on the corner And danced through the night The boys of the NYPD Choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells are 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 trip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas to your house I pray God it's our last The boys of the NYPD Choir Are still singing Galway Bay And the bells are 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 all alone I've built my dreams around you I've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD Choir Are still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day For Christmas Day