(intro) F C G C G Am G C F It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank, C G an old man said, "Son, I won't see another one." C F And then he sang a song, ‘The Rare Old Mountain Dew’, C G C G I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you. C F I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to 1, C G I've got a feeling this year's for me and you. C F So Happy Christmas, always love you baby, C G C G there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true. C F They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold, C G but the wind blows right through you, it's no place for the old. C G When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve, C F G C hope, I told you that Broadway was waiting for me. C You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city, C F G C when the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more. C Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing, C F G C so we kissed on the corner and danced round the floor. F C Am And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay, C F G C and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day. ( F C G C F C G C G Am G ) C F I could have been someone and so could anyone, C G I took my dreams from you when I first met you. C F I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own, C G C G I can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you. C F You're a bum, you're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk, C G lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed. C You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot, C F G C Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead. F C Am And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay, C F G F C F G and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day. F I love you baby, C G I've got a feeling this year's to me and you. C F So Happy Christmas, always love you baby, C G C G there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true. C So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby.