And dreamed about you
I kept them with me, babe
Sinatra was swinging
An old man said to me
The boys of the NYPD choir
When all our dreams come true
Out for Christmas day
You cheap lousy fagot
The boys of the NYPD choir
Songwriters: Jeremy Finer, Shane Macgowan
Queen of New York City
We kissed on the corner
Out for Christmas day
Well, so could anyone
I've built my dreams around you
Happy Christmas, your arse
Won't see another one
I've got a feeling
On the cold Christmas Eve
All the drunks, they were singing
They've got rivers of gold
Are singing 'Galway Bay'
This year's for me and you
And the bells are ringing
I could have been someone
I pray God, it's our last
You took my dreams from me
Broadway was waiting for me
Out for Christmas day
And then he sang a song
You scum bag, you maggot
I turned my face away
When you first took my hand
The rare old mountain dew
You're a bum, you're a punk
When the band finished playing
They've got cars, big as bars
I love you, baby
Got on a lucky one
Are singing 'Galway Bay'
You promised me
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
When I first found you
And the bells are ringing
And the bells are ringing
You're an old slut on junk
Publishers: PERFECT SONGS LTD, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBL. MGB LTD.
It was Christmas Eve, babe
On a drip in that bed
In the drunk tank
So happy Christmas
Living there almost dead
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
Can't make it all alone
I can see a better time
You were handsome, you were pretty
Came in eighteen to one
Are singing 'Galway Bay'
They howled out for more
I put them with my own