Fairytale of New York - with Weatherfield lyrics

(This post was originally posted by Flaming Nora on the Coronation Street Blog November 2013, reposted to this blog with permission.)

We learned recently that The Pogues' Shane MacGowan will sing Fairytale of Weatherfield with the Coronation Street cast this Christmas as part of ITV's Text Santa - more on that here.

Now then, I love Fairytale of New York.

I'm a big fan of The Pogues and a huge fan of the late, great, Kirsty MacColl. 

And as you know, I also love my Corrie, and so, without any further ado, here is my version of The Fairytale of Weatherfield.

 "It was Christmas Eve, babe
 In the Rovers
 And Norris said to me: won't see another one
 And then Rita sang a song
 The rare old red-haired bird
 I ordered half a stout and dreamed about you

 Steve bet on a lucky one
 Came in eighteen to one
 Fat Brenda’s got a feeling
 He’ll buy her biscuits
 So Happy Christmas
 We love you, Corrie
 Liz is back behind the bar
 And all our dreams came true

 The Red Rec is a mess, it’s got rivers of mud
 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 Rosamund Street was waiting for me

 Peter’s handsome, Carla’s pretty
 Queen of Manchester city
 But when she finds out about Tina, Carla won’t be best pleased
 Her fists will be swinging, Peter’s neck she’ll be wringing
 She’ll be knocking back red wine
 And fewmin' all night

 And the boys from the Glad Tidings Mission choir were singing Galway Bay
 As Deirdre gives Tracy what for, on Christmas Day:

 You´re a bum, you´re a punk
 Lost a kidney on junk
 Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
 You’re a scumbag, you’re a maggot
 You’ve got a daughter, don’t forget
 Happy Christmas, your a*se,  I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys from the Glad Tidings Mission choir were singing Galway Bay
 As Deirdre and Ken lament their woes on Christmas Day:

 K: I could have been someone
 D: Well so could anyone
 K: You took my dreams from me, when I first found you
 D: I kept them with me, Ken
      I put them with my own
      Can´t make it out alone
      I´ve stuffed a marrow for you.

 And the boys from the Glad Tidings Mission choir were singing Galway Bay
 And the Rovers bell was calling time on Christmas Day. "



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