Male singer

Female singer

Both together

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

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 got cars big as bars

they 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 playin'

they howled out for more

Sinatra was swingin'

all the drunks

they were singin'

we kissed on a corner

then danced

through the night

The boys of the N.Y.P.D. choir

were singin' Galway Bay

and the bells were ringin'

out for Christmas Day

You're a bum

you're a punk

you're an old slut on junk

lyin' there almost dead

on a drip in that bed

You scumbag

you maggot

you cheap lousy f****t

happy Christmas your arse

I pray God it's our last

The boys of the N.Y.P.D. choir

still singin' Galway Bay

and the bells are ringin'

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 N.Y.P.D. choir

still singin' Galway Bay

and the bells are ringin'

out for Christmas Day