Fairytale Queen of New York???

Sorry, can't have Christmas without the favourite British Xmas song....and yes, he was always drunk and totally stoned!

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 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 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
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