Ronan Keating - 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'
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 a 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're cheap & your haggard
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
Still singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day

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