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 tune,

(song)
The rare old mountain dew.

I turned my face away
And dreamed about you.

Got on a lucky one

Came in 18 to 1.
I got a feeling, Babe…

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 got cars big as bars, they got rivers of gold

And the wind blows 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.

You weren’t ugly anyway.

Queen of New York City.

When the band finished playing
They howled out for more

Pointless thread over.