THE POGUES
Fairytale of New York
1987, If I Should Fall From Grace With God
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 scumbag, 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
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