It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tankAnd no man said to me, won't see another oneAnd then he sang his song, the rare old mountain JewI turned my face away and dreamed about youGot on a lucky walk, came in eighteen to walkI've got a feeling that I'm gonna dieI've got a feeling this year's for me and youSo happy Christmas, I love you babyI can see a better time when all our dreams come trueAnd then I got cars, big as cars, I got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the oldWhen you first took my hand on the cold Christmas EveYou promised me brother was waiting for meYou were hands down, you were pretty, queen of New York CityWhen the band finished playing, they howled out the moreSinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singingWe kissed on the corner, then danced through the nightThe boys of the NIPD choir were singing Galway BayAnd the bells are ringing now, for Christmas DayYou're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut of junkLying there amongst dead of a drip in the bedYou scam back your night, you cheap pussyPackage, happy Christmas to you all, I pray God it's a laughThe boys of the NIPD choir are still singing Galway BayAnd the bells are ringing now, for Christmas DayI could have been someoneWell, so could anyoneYou took my dreams from meWhen I first found youI kept them with me, babeI put them in my ownCan't make it all aloneI built my dreams around youThe boys of the NIPD choir are still singing Galway BayAnd the bells are ringing now, for Christmas DayYou're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut of junkочThank you.Thank you.