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
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 grab a candy cane and have some fun!
Nope the next line is:
So happy Christmas
I love ya baby
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true.
They got cars big as bars, they 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 the corner and 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