It was christmas eve babe
In the [bad word] tank
An old man said to me, wont 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
Ive 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 [bad word] [bad word] 

Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its 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 [bad word] 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

Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old [bad word] on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy [bad word] 
Happy christmas your [bad word] 
I pray God its 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
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you

The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day

The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day