时间：2010-06-14
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Fairytale of New York - Limerick Velvets/The Velvet Players
It was Christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one
Then he 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 get a feeling that years
For me and you
Said"Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true"
They got cars big as bars
They 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
Well I promised you Broadway
Was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of New York city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
And we kissed on a corner
Danced through the night
And the boys of the NYPD 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 **** on ****
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy fagot
Happy Christmas your ares I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing"Gal way Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day
I could have been someone but 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 build my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing"Gal way Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day
