Karaoké Fairytale of New York Christy Moore

It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank

An old man said Son

They won't see another one

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I turned my eyes away and I thought about you

Got on a lucky one

Came in at eighteen to one

I've got a feelin' this year is for me and you

So Happy Christmas

Oh I love you baby

There's gonna be good times 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

It's no place for the old

When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve oh I told you that Broadway was waitin' for me

You were handsome and pretty

Queen of New York city

When the band finished playin' the crowd howled for more

Sinatra was swingin' and the crowd they were singin'

Oh we kissed on the corner and we danced 'round the floor

And the boys from the New York police choir were singin'

Galway Bay

And the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day

Mmh hmm mmh hmm hmm

Mmh hmm hmm mmh hmm

Mmh hmm hmm mmh hmm

I could have been someone and so could anyone

I took my dreams from you when I first met you

I kept them with me babe and I put them with my own

I can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

You're a bum, you're a punk

You're an aul hoor on junk

Lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas me arse

I would rather be dead

And the boys from the New York police choir were singin'

Galway Bay

And the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day

I love you baby

I've got a feelin' this year's for me and you

So Happy Christmas

Oh I love you baby

There's gonna be good times when all our dreams come true

So Happy Christmas

I love you baby