Här finns ett YouTube-klipp med låten (så länge det finns tillgängligt). 
En "måste-jullåt" för mig. The Pouges ... 


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 
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 howled out for more 
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing 
We kissed on the corner then danced through the night 

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing 'Galway Bay' 
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day 

You're a bum, You're a punk, You're an old slut on junk 
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed 
You scum bag, You maggot, You cheap lousy faggot 
Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God It's our last

And the boys of the NYPD choir were 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 put them with my own 
Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing 'Galway Bay' 
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day 

ShaneMacGovan/Jem Finer
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