The Pogues, Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale of New York

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’
And 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