Craig and Brin's Christmas Song -"Fairytale of New York" by The Pogues.
It was Christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they 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
An 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
Where all our dreams come true.
They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
When 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 when the band finished playing they yelled 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 from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.
You´re a bum you´re a drunk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You’re cheap and you’re haggard
Merry Christmas your arse I pray God it´s our last.
And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were 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 kept them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day
And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day
