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

Prevod pesme

Bajka o Njujorku

Bilo je Badnje veče, draga
U pritvoru za alkose
Jedan mi je starac rekao da,
Neće doživeti sledeće
A onda je otpevao pesmu
Ta retka stara planinska rosa
Okrenuo sam glavu
I o tebi sanjario

Posrećilo mi se
Osvojio sam sa osamnaest prema jedan
Imam osećaj
Da je ovo naša godina
I zato, srećan Božić
Volim te draga
Mogu da zamislim bolja vremena
Kad će se svi naši snovi ostvariti

Oni imaju kola
velika kao barovi
Oni imaju reke zlata
Ali taj vetar pravo kroz tebe prolazi
Tu starima nije mesto
Kad si me prvi put uzeo za ruku
Jedne hladne Badnje večeri
Obećao si mi da
me Brodvej čeka

Bio si zgodan
Bila si lepa
Kraljica grada Njujorka
Kada je bend prestao da svira
Tražili su još
Sinatra se njihao,
Svi pijanci su pevali
Mi smo se na ćošku ljubili
Oni su plesali kroz noć

Momci iz hora njujorške policije
Pevali su “Zaliv Galvej”
A zvona su oglašavala
da Božić je

Ti si skitnica
Ti si siledžija
Ti si stara kurva na heroinu
Ležiš tamo skoro mrtva sa iglom u veni na tom krevetu
Ti ološu, bedni crve
Jeftini vašljivi pederu
Srećan Božić malo sutra
Molim se Bogu da nam je poslednji

Mogao sam biti neko i nešto
Ma to može svako
Snove si mi uzeo
Kad sam tebe našla
Držao sam ih kod sebe draga
Stavio ih uz svoje
Ne možeš uspeti sasvim sama
Moji se snovi oko tebe vrte

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