Fairytale of New York Songtext
von The Kelly Family

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

They've got cars big as bars
They′ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
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're handsome, you're pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing, they hallowed 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 N.Y.P.D 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 slotted junk
Lie there almost dead, on that drip, in that bed
You′re a scumbag, you're a maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, your arse
I pray God, it′s our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, Galway bay
And the bells are 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 built my dreams around you


The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway bay
And the bells are ringing out
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway bay
And the bells are ringing out, for Christmas day

Whoa, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It′s Christmas day