Fairytale of New York

Well I feel that the time is right for this..

So let her rip



Fairytale of New York

Its 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 years 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 no place for the old
when you first took my hand on that 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 in 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
living 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 its our last

The boys in the NYPD choir still singing "Gallway Bay"
and the bells are ringing out on 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 and put them with my own
can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you

The boys in the NYPD choir still singing "Gallway Bay"
and the bells are ringing out for Christmas day