Merry Christmas

Pilate - Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe
Here in the drunk tank
And an old man said to me
You won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
A rare old mountain dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
It came in at ten to one
And I got a feeling
This day’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
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
Then danced through the night

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day
It’s 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 scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, your ass
I’ll pray God it’s our last

And the boys in the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day

I could have been someone
Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
But, I kept them with me, babe
I put them with my own
I can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you

And the boys in the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day
And the boys in the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day

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