Karaoké Fairytale of New York Gavin James

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 I dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen-to-one

I've got a feelin' this year's 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

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 waitin' for me

You were handsome

You were pretty

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playin' they howled out for more

Sinatra was swingin'

All the drunks they were singin'

We kissed by the corner then danced through the night

And the boys of the NYPD choir were singin'

Galway Bay

And the bells were ringin' out for Christmas Day

You're a bum, you're a punk

You're an old slut on junk lyin' 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

The boys in the NYPD choir were singin'

Galway Bay

And the bells are ringin' out

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

Oh the boys in the NYPD choir were singin'

Galway Bay

And the bells are ringin' out

Christmas Day

Oh the boys in the NYPD choir were singin'

Galway Bay

And the bells are ringin' out for Christmas Day