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Fairytale Of New York
(Shane MacGowan/Jem Finer)

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

And I turned my face away

And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

 I´ve got a feeling

This year's 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 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 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 an old slut on junk

Living there almost dead on a drip

In that bed

You scum bag

You maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

 I pray God it´s our last

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

 Were singing ´Galway Bay´

And the bells were ringing

Out for Christmas day