It Was Christmas EveThe rare old mountain dewI turned my face awayAnd dreamed about youGot on a lucky oneCame in 18 to 1And I've got a feelingThis year's for me and youSo happy ChristmasI love you, BabyI can see a better timeWhen all our dreams came trueThey've gotThey've gotWe got cars, we got bars, we got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through, there's no place for the oldWhen you first took my hand on a cold Christmas EveYou promised me Broadway was waiting for meYou were handsomeYou were pretty, queen of New York CityWhen the band finished playing, they held out for moreSinatra was singing, all the drunks, they were singingWe kissed on the corner and danced through the nightThe boys from the NYPD choir were singingIn Galway BayAnd the bells were ringing out for Christmas DayYou're a bum, you're a punkYou're an old slut on junkLying there almost dead on a trip on that bedYou scumbag, you maggotYou cheap, lousy faggotHappy Christmas, you're oursI pray God it's our lastChristmasThe boys from the NYPD choir were singingIn Galway BayAnd the bells were ringing out for Christmas DayI could have been someoneWell, so could anyoneYou took my dreams from meBut I'm not the one who's gonna dieWhen I first found youAnd I tried to stop youBut I kept them with me, babeAnd put them with my ownCan't make it all aượcI've filled my dreams around youThe boys from the NYPD choir was singingIn Galway BayAnd the bells were ringing out for Christmas DayLa la la la la la la la la la la la la laLa, la, la, la, la, laOh, yeahOoh, yeahChristmas Day