Fairytale of New York

It's Christmas Eve, Babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, "Won't see another one."
And then he sang a song
'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I had a feeling
That year's for me and you
Said '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
Its no place for the old
When I first took your hand
All your fingers were blue
But I promised you Broadway was waiting for you

I was 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
And 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
For Christmas Day

The apartment was cluttered
And it smelled like the gutter
Where my sad broken promises
Lay with the trash
Every cold dreary night
We'd end up in a fight
And I'd pray, as you'd yell
That a train'd rattle past

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
Christmas Day

I could have been someone
You said "So could anyone,"
And that I took your dreams from you
When first you found me
But I kept them with me, Babe
I put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I built my dreams around you

It's Christmas Eve again, in the drunk tank
I'm an old man now, I won't see another one
So I'll a sing a song, and sleep when I am through
And dream of another life, where all our dreams came true