It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song, the rare old 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's for me and you
So happy Christmas
Happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars, biggest 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 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 howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing
Go all the way, babe
And the bells were ringing
As we're ringing out for Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk
You're an outslut on junk
You're a bum, you're a punk
You're an outslut on junk
You're a bum, you're a punk
They're almost dead
On a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap, lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, you're ours
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing
Go all the way, babe
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 all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Are still singing
Go all the way, babe
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day
The boys of the NYPD choir
Are still singing
Go all the way, babe
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day
Yes, the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day