Fairytale Of Philadelphia

It was Christmas Eve again 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

Got on a lucky one, came in 18 to one

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

So Happy Christmas, I love you, brother

I can see a better time when all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars, they 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 Broad Street was waiting for me

You were handsome (you were pretty)

You're the king of South Philly

When the band finished playing, they howled out for more

The Leathers were swinging, all the drunks, they were singing

We fought on a corner, then danced through the night

The sound of The Silver Ages choir all singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

You's a lush, you're a crumb bum, you smell like some old scum

Washed up from the Schuylkill and rotting away

You dirtbag, you phony, you lousy jabroni

Happy Christmas, you ass, I pray God it's our last

The sound of The Silver Ages choir still 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 mom first had you

I kept them with me, Jas

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

The sound of The Silver Ages choir still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day