Fairytale of New York No Use for a Name

It was christmas eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
We 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 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
Wwhen 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