It was Christmas Eve babe, in the drunk tank,
An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one,
And then he sang a song, the rare auld mountain dew,
I turned my eyes away and thought about you.
I got on a lucky one, came in at 18/1,
I've got a feeling, this years' for me and you,
So Happy Christmas, how I love you baby,
There's going to be good times when all of our dreams come true,
They've got cars big as bars,
They've got rivers of gold,
Where the wind blows right through you,
It's no place fo the old,
When I first took you hand on a cold Christmas Eve,
I told you that Broadway was waiting for me,
You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York City,
When the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more,
Sinatra was swinging and the crowd they were singing,
We kissed in the corner and danced round the floor,
And the boys from the New York Police choir were singing Galway bay,
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day,
I could have been someone, and so could anyone,
I took my dreams from you, when I first met you,
I kept them with me babe, and I put them with my own,
I can't make it all alone,
I built my dreams all around you,
You're a bum, you're a punk,
You're an auld whore on junk,
Lying there on the drip, nearly dead in the bed,
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
Happy Christmas my arse, I'd rather be dead,
And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing, Galway Bay,
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day,
How I love you baby, I've got a feeling,
This years for me and you,
Marry Christmas, How I love you baby,
There's going to be good times when all of our dreams come true.