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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 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've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
where the wind blows right through you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand on that cold Christmas Eve
you promised my Broadway was waiting for me
You're a bum, you're punk
you're a 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 arse
I pray God it's your last
And the boys in the the NYPD choir
still singing Galway Bay
and the bells are 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
and put them with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
And the boys in the NYPD choir
still singing Galway Bay
and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day...................
Off the top of ma head........but just about right, I think.
Martin...
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