THE STORY OF FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK

It was Christmas Eve babe 

In the drunk tank 

An old man said to me: 

won't 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 

I´ve got a feeling 

This year´s for me and you 

 

So happy Christmas 

I love you baby

I can see a better time 

Where all our dreams come true. 

 

They got cars big as bars 

They 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 yelled out for more 

 

Sinatra was swinging 

all the drunks they were singing 

We kissed on a corner 

Then danced through the night. 

 

And the boys from 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 that bed 

 

You scumbag, you maggot 

You cheap lousy faggot 

Happy Christmas your arse 

I pray god it´s our last. 

 

And the boys of the NYPD choir's 

still 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 out alone 

I´ve built my dreams around you 

 

And the boys of the NYPD choir's 

still singing Galway Bay 

And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day.

 

(2009)