Fairytale Of New York - The Pogues


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[Verse 1]

              
It was Christm

             
as Eve babe, i

      
n the drunktan

k
             
An old man sai

              
d to me, won't

     
 see another o

ne
             
And then he sa

              
ng a song, The

          
 Rare Old Moun

tain Dew
             
I turned my fa

              
ce away and dr

           
eamed about yo

u


[Verse 2]

             
Got on a lucky

              
 one, came in 

    
eighteen to on

e
             
I've got a fee

              
ling this year

       
's for me and 

you
             
So happy Chris

              
tmas, I love y

  
ou baby
             
I can see a be

              
tter time when

             
 all our dream

       
s come true


[Verse 3]

            
They've got ca

rs
       
Big as bars
            
They've got ri

        
vers 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 w

           
aiting for me


[Verse 4]

         
You were hands

ome

You were pretty
              
Queen of New Y

    
ork City
             
When the band 

         
finished playi

ng
             
They howled ou

      
t for more

Sinatra was sw

inging
              
All the drunks

           
 they were sin

ging
             
We kissed on t

   
he corner
             
Then danced th

          
rough the nigh

t


[Hook]

             
The boys of th

       
e NYPD choir
             
Were singing '

       
Galway Bay'
             
And the bells 

     
were ringing
             
Out for Christ

    
mas Day


[Short Instrumental]

 
 
 
  


[Verse 5]

         
You're a bum

You're a punk
              
You're an old 

        
slut on junk
             
Lying there al

     
most dead
             
on a drip in t

    
hat bed
    
You scum bag

You maggot
              
You cheap lous

  
y faggot
             
Happy Christma

       
s your arse
       
I pray God
         
It's our last


[Hook]

             
The boys of th

       
e NYPD choir
             
Still singing 

        
`Galway Bay`
             
And the bells 

    
are ringing
             
Out for Christ

    
mas Day


[Verse 6]

             
I could have b

              
een someone, w

              
ell, so could 


anyone
             
You took my dr

              
eams from me w

            
hen I first fo

und you
             
I kept them wi

              
th me babe, I 

         
put them with 

my own
              
Can't make it 

             
all alone, I'v

              
e built my dre

          
ams around you


[Hook]

             
The boys of th

       
e NYPD choir
             
Still singing 

        
`Galway Bay`
             
And the bells 

    
are ringing
             
Out for Christ

    
mas Day