The Pogues, Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale of New York (Clean) lyrics
[The Pogues, Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale of New York Clean 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 mе Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsomе, 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 on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You're cheap and you're haggard
Happy Christmas, your
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, "Galway Bay"
And the bells are 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 are 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'
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 mе Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsomе, 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 on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You're cheap and you're haggard
Happy Christmas, your
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, "Galway Bay"
And the bells are 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 are ringing out
For Christmas Day