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It was Christmas Eve in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see one
And then he sang a song the Rare Old Dew
I turned my face away and about you

Got on a lucky one came in to one
I've got a feeling year's for me and you
So happy Christmas, I you baby
I can see a better time when all our dreams true

They've got cars big as bars, got rivers of gold
But the wind blows through you it's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on that Christmas Eve
You me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome, you were pretty of New York City
When the band finished they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were
We kissed on a then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are out for Christmas day

You're a bum, a punk, you're an old slut on junk
Lying there dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy
Happy Christmas your ares, I pray God it's our

The boys of the choir
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are out for Christmas day

I could have someone but so could anyone
You took my dreams from me when I first you
I them with me babe, I put them with my own
make it all alone, I build my dreams around you

The boys of the choir
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for day
And the bells are ringing out for day