Kirsty Maccoll - Fairytale Of New York Lyrics

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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
Lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas you arse
I pray God
It's our last

And the boys of the NYPD choir
still singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringin out
for christmas day

I could have been someone
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*

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lyrics submitted by Rob Hainsworth
lyrics corrected by Danni on 11-12-2007