After servival schimpen spel #4
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
> pogues lyrics
Wie laat alle meisjes blozen? Da's Bommie in zijn lederhose!
This is my imaginary warning light. If it starts blinking, a situation has 10 seconds to resolve itself before I flash white with anger and kill somebody!