It was christmas eve babe,
In the drunk tank,
An old man said to me: won’t see another one.
And then they 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 happy christmas,
I love you baby,
I can see a better time,
Where all our dreams come true.
They got cars big as bars,
They 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.
You were handsome you were pretty,
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more.
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing,
We kissed on a corner,
Then danced through the night.
Fairytale of New York by the Pogues feat Kirsty Maccoll
http://frederickfung.xanga.com/audio/995574006128/
