Pogues Follow

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 had a feeling that 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 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
All your fingers were blue
Well, 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
And we kissed on a corner
and 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 scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, yer arse
I pray God its our last

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
Christmas day

I could have been someone
- Well, so could anyone
You took your 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 built my dreams around you

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