Fairytale in New York - The Pogues

ON: 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

ON: 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 when all our dreams come true

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ONA: 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 waiting for me

ONA: You were handsome,

ON: you were pretty, queen of New York City

OBA: When the band finished playing, they howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing

We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night

ONA: You're a bum, you're a punk,

ON: you're an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

ONA: You scumbag, you maggot, cheap cheap, lousy faggot

Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it's our last

ON: "I could have been someone"

ONA: Well, so could anyone

You took my dreams from me when I first found you

ON: 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