Twas Christmas Eve, babe
In the Trunde 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 dreamt about you
But oh, no lucky one
Came in 1821 I've got a feeling
This is for me and you So, happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can't see a better time
When all that dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars They've got flavors of gold
But the wind goes right through you It's not 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 the corner
Then danced through the night The boys of 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 a nose left on chat line
They're almost dead on that trip in that bed You scumbag,
you maggot You cheap,
lousy faggot
Happy Christmas,
you're ours I'll bring God,
it's our loss
The boys of the NYPD choir 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
The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day
The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day