in the drunk tank,
An old man said to me,
won’t see another one.
And then he sang a song
And then he sang a song
That 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
The wind goes right through you
it’s no place for the old
When you fist 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.