Fairytale of New York (Live at the Brixton Academy, 2001)

Fairytale of New York (Live at the Brixton Academy, 2001) - The Pogues

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 ten to the one

I've got a feeling

This years 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

When 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

And danced through the night

The boys 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 slut on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scumbag you maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray god it's our last

The boys the N Y P D choirs

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

But I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it out alone

I've built

My dreams around you

The boys the N Y P D choirs

Were singing Galway Bay

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day