Craig and Brin's Christmas Song - "Fairytale of New York" by The Pogues.

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