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It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one" And then he sang a song, a rare old mountain tune I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you I got on a lucky one, came in at 18/1 I've got a feeling this year's for me and you So Happy Christmas, I love you baby There's going to be good times When all our dreams come true. They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve I told you that Broadway was waiting for me. You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city When the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing We kissed on the corner and danced round the floor. CHORUS And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay SongtexteAnd the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day I could have been someone and so could anyone I took my dreams from you when I first met you I kept them with me, babe, and put them with my own I can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you. You're a bum you're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk Lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed You scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead... CHORUS I love you baby I've got a feeling this year's for me and you So Happy Christmas, I love you baby There's going to be good times When all our dreams come true. Aus Songtexte Mania