It was Christm

             
as Eve babe in

        
 the drunk tan

k
             
an old man sai

              
d Son I won't 

      
see another on

e
             
And then he sa

              
ng a song The 

           
Rare Old Mount

ain Dew
             
I turned my ey

              
es away and I 

             
thought about 

       
you

             
I got on a luc

              
ky one came in

     
 at 1 to 1
             
I've got a fee

              
ling this year

       
's for me and 

you
             
So Happy Chris

              
tmas always lo

        
ve you baby
              
there's going 

             
to be good tim

              
es when all ou

             
r dreams come 

      
true

             
They've got ca

              
rs big as bars

              
 they've got r

       
ivers of gold
             
but the wind b

              
lows right thr

              
ough you it's 

              
no place for t

    
he old
             
When I first t

              
ook your hand 

              
on a cold Chri

      
stmas Eve
             
hope I told yo

             
u that Broadwa

             
y was waiting 

     
for me

    
You were hands

ome and pretty

 queen of New 

York city
             
when the band 

             
finished playi

             
ng the crowd h

           
owled for more
  
Sinatra was sw

inging and the

 crowd they we

re singing
             
so we kissed o

             
n the corner a

             
nd danced roun

      
d the floor
             
And the boys f

              
rom the New Yo

              
rk police choi

             
r were singin'

        
 Galway Bay
             
and the bells 

            
were ringin' o

              
ut on Christma

  
s Day

                               

             
I could have b

              
een someone an

          
d so could any

one
             
I took my drea

              
ms from you wh

           
en I first met

 you
             
I kept them wi

              
th me babe and

              
 I put them wi


th my own
              
I can't make i

             
t all alone I'

             
ve built my dr

             
eams around yo

     
u

             
You're a bum y

              
ou're a punk y

              
ou're an aul h

        
oor on junk
             
lyin' there on

              
 the drip near

              
ly dead in the

 
 bed
      
You scumbag yo

u maggot you c

heap lousy fag

got
             
Happy Christma

             
s me arse I wo

             
uld rather be 

 
dead
             
And the boys f

              
rom the New Yo

              
rk police choi

             
r were singin'

        
 Galway Bay
             
and the bells 

            
were ringin' o

              
ut on Christma

           
s Day

           
I love you bab

y
             
I've got a fee

              
ling this year

      
's to me and y

ou
             
So Happy Chris

              
tmas always lo

        
ve you baby
              
there's going 

             
to be good tim

              
es when all ou

             
r dreams come 

      
true
             
So Happy Chris

tmas I love yo

u baby