The Pogues, Kirsty MacColl - 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