It was Christmas Eve, babe,
the rare old mountain dew
I've got a feeling this year's
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
You were handsome, you were pretty
When the band finished playing
All the drunks they were singing
then danced through the night.
The boys of the NYPD choir
and the bells were ringing out
You're a bum, you're a punk,
you're an outslut on junk
Happy Christmas, you arse,
The boys of the NYPD choir
And the bells were ringing out
I could have been someone,
You took my dreams from me
I kept them with me, babe
The boys of the NYPD choir
And the bells are ringing out
The boys of the N .Y .P .D. choir
are still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
It's the bells a -ringing out