Fala sobre um bêbado que passa a véspera de Natal numa cela separada para os embriagados (drunk tank). Um velho também alcolizado canta uma passagem de "The Rare Old Mountain Dew", tradicional canção irlandesa e o bêbado começa a lembrar de um relacionamento fracassado. O resto da música vira um dialogo entre um casal de imigrantes que têm seus sonhos entremeados por alcolismo e drogas e lembrando uma véspera de Natal passada em Nova York. O título foi inspirado pelo livro de J.P. Donleavy, "A Fairy Tale of New York" que também fala de imigrantes irlandeses nos EUA.
Para compreender melhor:
"The lyric Sinatra was swinging" refere-se à famosa New York, New York.
"The boys of NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay": NYPD é o New York Police Department e Galway Bay é uma canção tradicional irlandesa bastante conhecida nos locais de imigração irlandesa.
No vídeo, Matt Dillon interpreta o policial que prende o bêbado MacGowan (vocalista do the Pogues)
Kirsty MacColl, a cantora, morreu em 2000 durante um mergulho em Cozumel, México. Um barco em alta velocidade iria atingir um de seus filhos e ela, ao salvá-lo foi atropelada.
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It was Christmas Eve, Babe
In the drunk tank
an old man said to me: won't see another one
and then they sang a song
the rare "Old Mountain Dew"
I turned my faze 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 Babe
I can see a better time
where all our dreams come true
They got cars big as bars
they 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 yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night.
And the boys from 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
And the boys from the NYPD choir were 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 Baby
I put them with my own
can't make it out alone
I've still built my dreams around you
And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
and the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day.
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