fairytale of new york

Good Charlotte

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
When I first took your hand
on a cold Christmas Eve
You said promise me Broadway
was waiting for me
I was 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

And the boys of the NYPD choir
were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

We could have been someone , well, so could anyone
I took your dreams with 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

And the boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day

And the boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day

And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day