Tänker slänga ut en fin jullåt varje dag fram till julafton. Mest för att jag gillar jullåtar så mycket och för att öka julstämningen lite.
Jag tycker vi kör i gång med den här som är bland mina absoluta favoriter. Inte som alla andra jullåtar, en annan sida av julen helt enkelt och kanske mest därför jag gillar den.

The Pogues - 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 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 windgoes 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 singing, all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night

You're a bum, you're a punk
You're an old slut on joke
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 your last

I could have been someone
Well, so could anyone. You took my dream from me when I first fond 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