FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK

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
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But 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 howled out 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 NYPD choir
were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

1. You're a bum
2. You're a punk
1. You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

1. You scum bag
2.You maggot
1.You cheap lousy faggot
2. Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last

1. I could have been someone
2.So could anyone
1.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've built my dreams around you

I've heard Christy Moore do this live just as one person, but the Pogues and Kirsty McColl do it as a duet singing a line each when it gets to the insulting part. I've stuck numbers in in front of the lines to give you an idea of where the parts are but I can't remember who sings what.

I reckon it's about a couple who go to New York looking for a better life who get disillusioned.

Slainte

alison