Текст песни Fairytale of New York - Håkan Hellström

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 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've got a feeling
This year's for you and me
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 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
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
You howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
And danced through the night

The boys of 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 the bed
You scum bag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And 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
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

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