Lyrics Fairytale of New York (BBC Live Version) - Maverick Sabre

It was christmas eve babe, in the drunk tank an old man said to me wont see another one,
And then they 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,
Ive got a feeling, this years 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've got rivers of gold, but the wind goes right through you, its no place for the old,
When you first took my hand on that 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 yelled out for more,
Sinatra was swinging, oh the drunks the were singing,
We kissed on a corner and danced through the night,
Oh the boys of the NYPD choir were singing Gallaway Bay, yet the bells were ringing out for christmas day,
Youre a bum,
Youre a punk,
Youre an old slut and junk, lying there almost dead a drip in that bed,
You scumbag,
You maggot,
You cheap lousy faggot, happy christmas youre arse and thank god its our last,
Oh the boys of the NYPD choir were singing Gallaway Bay, yet the bells were ringing out for christmas day,
I could have been someone,
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, cant make it out alone... I built my dreams around you,
Oh the boys of the NYPD choir were singing Gallaway Bay, yet the bells were ringing out for christmas day,
Oh the boys of the NYPD choir were singing Gallaway Bay, yet the bells were ringing out for christmas day,