Plura - Fariytale Of New York lyrics

[vers 1: Plura] '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 [vers 2: Plura] Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I got a feeling, this year's for you and me So happy Christmas I love you, baby I can see a better time when all our dreams come true [resten av låten: alla] 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 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 you howled out for more Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing We kissed on the corner and danced through the night The boys of the NYPD Choir were singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day (Hey!) (You're a bum, you're a s*ut) You're an old s*ut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in the bed Ah, you scum bag, you maggot, you cheap lousy f*ggot Happy Christmas your arse, 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 (hey!) 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 kept them with my arms I'd make it all alone! Build my dreams around you Boys of the NYPD Choir were singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day [coda och outro: alla sjunger]