Writer(s): Jem Finer, Shane MacGowan
It's Christmas
Eve babe in the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one
So he 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 Merry 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 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 howled out for more Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner then danced through the night
The boys of 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 lying there
almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scum bag you maggot you cheap lousy Merry Christmas you
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir were 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 all alone I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway
Bay the bells were ringing out for the bells
were ringing out for the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
