It was Christm

   
as Eve babe
       
In the drunk t

ank
           
An old man sai

d to me
          
Won't see anot

her one
             
And then he sa

ng a song
             
The rare old m

ountain dew
            
I turned my fa

ce away 
             
And dreamed ab

        
out you
         
Got on a lucky

 one
        
Came in eighte

en to one
           
I´ve got a fee

ling
              
This year´s fo

  
r me and you
         
So Happy Chris

tmas
           
I love you bab

y
            
I can see a be

tter time
             
Where all our 

           
dreams come tr

ue

, , , 
, , , 
, , , 
, , , 

             
They got cars 

       
big as bars
            
They got river

               
s of gold
             
But the wind g

          
oes right thro

ugh you
             
It´s no place 

        
for the old
             
When you first

         
 took my hand 
             
On a cold Chri

       
stmas Eve
    
You promised m

e Broadway 
             
was waiting fo

  
r me
             
You were hands

             
ome you were p

                           
retty
             
Queen of New Y

    
ork City 
             
When the band 

             
finished playi

ng 
             
They yelled ou

      
t for more
           
Sinatra was sw

inging 
             
All the drunks

           
 they were sin

ging
             
We kissed on a

 
 corner
             
Then danced th

          
rough the nigh

t.

         
And the boys o

f the NYPD cho

ir 
             
Were singing G

       
alway Bay
             
And the bells 

            
were ringing o

ut 
              
For Christmas 


Day


, , , 
, , , 

             
You´re a bum y

        
ou´re a punk
             
You´re an old 

          
slut on junk
             
Lying there al

     
most dead 
             
On a drip in t

     
hat bed
             
You scumbag yo

             
u maggot
             
You cheap lous

  
y faggot
             
Happy christma

                     
s your arse 
             
I pray god it´

      
s our last.

             
And the boys o

f the NYPD cho

ir 
             
are still sing

           
ing Galway Bay
             
And the bells 

             
are ringing ou


t
              
For Christmas 


Day

, , , 

             
I could have b

een someone
              
Well so could 


anyone
            
You took my dr

eams from me
             
When I first f

ound you
            
I kept them wi

th me babe
           
I put them wit

h my own
           
Can´t make it 

all alone
              
I´ve built my 

            
dreams around 

    
you

             
And the boys o

f the NYPD cho

ir 
             
are still sing

           
ing Galway Bay
             
And the bells 

             
are ringing ou


t
              
For Christmas 


Day