It was Christmas Eve babe, in the [bad word] tank, 
An old man said to me  "won't see another one", 
And so he sang a song, the rare old mountain dew, 
I turned my face away and dreamed about you. 

I got on a lucky one, came in 18 to 1, 
I've got a feeling, this years' for me and you, 
So Happy Christmas, I love you baby, 
I can see you better time 
when all of our [bad word] [bad word]  

They've got cars big as bars, 
They've got rivers of gold, 
Where the wind blows right through you, 
No place for the old, 
You first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve, 
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me, 

-You are handsome! 
-You are 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 the corner and danced through the night, 

Boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay, 
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day, 

You're a bum, you're a punk, 
You're an old [bad word] on junk, 
Lying there almost dead on the drip in the bed, 
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy [bad word]  
Happy Christmas you [bad word]  pray the God it's our last!

Boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay, 
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day, 

- I could have been someone, 
- And 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 built my dreams around you, 

Boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay, 
And the bells were ringing out for  
bells were ringing out for
bells were ringing out for Christmas Day