Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night
And the boys from 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 scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Merry christmas you arse
I pray to god it’s our last
And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day.
I could have been someone
instead I drank cheap rum;
a cop stepped on my bunion
and that just wasn’t no fun
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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
And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day.
Say, are you someone’s mother? And was he drunk the day you got out of prison? If so, beware of that damned ol’ train, 'cause he’s on his way to pick you up in his pickup in the rain.
(R.I.P. Kirsty MacColl)
Happy birthday, Shane MacGowan!
When I watched the video on YouTube, I found their choice of pre-vid commercial quite ironically hilarious: some kind of magical electric toothbrush.
Happy birthday, Shane, indeed. 