| The Pogues |
| Taken from local Newspaper Express & Star, Wolverhampton UK. |
| THE POGUES |
| '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 a 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 |
| 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 scum bag |
| You maggot |
| You cheap lousy faggot |
| Happy Christmas your arse |
| I pray God |
| It's our last |
| The boys of the NYPD choir |
| Were 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 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 |
| The boys of the NYPD choir |
| Were singing 'Galway Bay' |
| And the bells were ringing |
| Out for Christmas Day |
