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‘Faggot – n. a bundle of fire sticks’ OED
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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
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 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
Queen of New York City…
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day…
You’re a punk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day…
When I first found you…
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you…
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.


Such a great song. Thanks for all the words.
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It is a great song, and for a long time I never knew what was being sung… 😉
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