Fairytale Of New York (Arr. for String Quartet) - Vitamin String Quartet

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 I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in 18 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 When the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You told me that Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They'd howl out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks, they were singing We kissed on a 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 scumbag, you maggot You're cheap and I've had it 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 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 I can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you And the boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day