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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Santiano
Performer
Alex Grube
Bass Guitar
Sandro Friedrich
Flute
Billy King
Background Vocals
Dirk Schlag
Guitar
Arne Wiegand
Accordion
Hartmut Krech
Programming
Björn Both
Bass Guitar
Hans-Timm Hinrichsen
Guitar
Pete Sage
Violin
Axel Stosberg
Percussion
Andreas Fahnert
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jem Finer
Songwriter
Shane MacGowan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hardy Krech
Producer
Mark Nissen
Producer
Hannes Braun
Producer
Lyrics
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
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 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 cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
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 put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
Writer(s): Shane Mac-gowan, Jeremy Max Finer
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