Fairytale of New York

“Fairytale of New York” is a song written by Jem Finer and Shane MacGowan and recorded by their band the Pogues, featuring singer-songwriter Kirsty MacColl on vocals.

It is by far the best Xmas song ever written and my personal all-time-favourite.

The song is an Irish folk-style ballad and was written as a duet, with the Pogues’ singer MacGowan taking the role of the male character and MacColl the female character. It was originally released as a single on 23 November 1987[1] and later featured on the Pogues’ 1988 album If I Should Fall from Grace with God.

“Fairytale of New York” is the most-played Christmas song of the 21st century.

You can watch the video and listen to the song here; 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
I turned my face away
And dreamed about youGot 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 trueThey’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 meYou 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 nightThe boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas dayYou’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 lastThe boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas dayI 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 youThe boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out