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’ 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