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'Twas Christmas morning in the drunk tank
And old Matty said to me
I won't see another one
And then he sang a song
"The Rare Old Mountain Dew"
I turned my eyes away
And I thought about you
God, I'm a lucky one
Came in eighteen-to-one
I've got a feeling
This year is for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you, baby
It's going to be good times
When all of 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 winter's day
And I told you that Broadway
Was waiting for me
You were handsome, you were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
The drunks called for more
Sinatra was singing
And the drunks they were swinging
Well they kissed in the corner
And danced through the night
And the boys from the New York Police Choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
On Christmas Day
I could have been someone
So could anyone
I took your dreams from you
When I first met 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
You're a bum, you're a punk
You're an old, hard-on drunk
Lying there, nearly dead
On a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy sack of
Merry Christmas, Lee
Yes, I would rather be dead
And the boys from the New York Police Choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
On Christmas Day
I love you, baby