KT Tunstall - Fairytale of New York lyrics
[KT Tunstall - Fairytale of New York lyrics]
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
And 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've got cars big as bars
They've 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 playing they
Howled out for more sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on 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
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scum bag, You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God It's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
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 NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And 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've got cars big as bars
They've 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 playing they
Howled out for more sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on 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
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scum bag, You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God It's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
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 NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day