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(Source: The Pogues' official site)
| 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." |
| I turned my face away |
| And dreamed about you. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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 a corner |
| Then danced through the night. |
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| The boys of the NYPD choir |
| Were singing "Galway Bay," |
| And the bells were ringing out |
| For Christmas day. |
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| You're a bum, |
| You're a punk. |
| You're an old slut on junk, |
| Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed. |
| You scumbag, you maggot, |
| You cheap lousy faggot, |
| Happy Christmas, your arse; |
| I pray God it's our last. |
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| 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 put them with my own. |
| Can't make it all alone; |
| I've built my dreams around you. |
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| The boys of the NYPD choir |
| Were singing "Galway Bay," |
| And the bells were ringing out |
| For Christmas day. |
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Notes
The Pogues' original version is called "Fairytale of New York."
Curiously, even though the Pogues' original version was sung as a duet by Shane MacGowan and Kirsty MacColl, Sinéad doesn't sing Kirsty's parts here. It kind of takes away from the humorous and poignant aspect of the song!
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