No Use For a Name - Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve babeIn the drunk tankAn old man said to me, won't see another oneAnd then he sang a songA rare old mountain tuneI turned my face awayAnd dreamed about youGot on a lucky oneCame in eighteen to oneI've got a feelingThis year's for me and youSo Happy ChristmasI love you babyI can see a better timeWhen all our dreams come trueThey've got cars big as barsThey've got rivers of