it s the twenty fourth night and it s twenty past nine there s a band on the stage by the bar there s some bloke shouting cheers and they re spilling their beers i don t care cause it s here where we are and they start their set with fairy tale of new york sounds as beautiful as you look and my only wish this christmas is to walk home in the snow and to drink til we go home it s getting late and we re starting to sway we re watching the families leave they re forming the line as they re saying goodbye and it s all spilling onto the street when the curtains close the ashtrays come out and the doors are bolted the cold can stay out and my only wish this christmas is to walk home in the snow and to drink til we go home there s tinsel wrapped round you you re dancing to slade and the place is lit up green and red there s a tree on it s side and i m drinking more wine and it s already gone to my head when the final orders bell starts ringing grab a strangers hand and don t stop singing cause my only wish this christmas is to walk home in the snow and to drink til we go home drink til we go home drink til we go home drink til we go home drink til we go home  well the barman s had enough so we re walking hand in hand not a single snowflake on the ground well all i really wish for is to be with you anyway and to drink til we go home drink til we go home drink til we go home drink til we go home drink til we go home