Christmas Eve There were old mountains here I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Coming late into one I've got a feeling This year is 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 Through the windows, 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 When the band finished playing, they held out for more Sinatra was swinging, all the jokes they were singing We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Come on baby And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day You're a bum, you're a punk You're an old slut on chocolate And they're almost dead on a dripping night bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap and you haggard It's Christmas, you're Oz, I'd like a Nutella The boys of the NYPD choir are still singing Go away Brad And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day I could have been someone Well, so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me, babe I put them with my own Can't make it out alone I've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir are still singing Go away, babe And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day I could have been someone Well, so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me, babe I put them with my own Can't make it out alone I've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir are still singing Go away, babe