Boroughs of holly.

To the tune of "Christmas in Killarney," it's "Christmas in the Boroughs," for those of us who grew up in the city but not in the City:

The freakin' songs, the freakin' tree
The hum of the wheels on the BQE
It's Christmas in the Boroughs
With all of the folks at home

In Dyker Heights, there ain't no fights
Some guys put up a billion lights
So you 'n me, we'll take the D
And hope we don't get mugged

The door is always open
The goombahs come for lunch
Canarsie John, before he's gone
Will throw a Sunday punch

The night is dark|
We'll light a spark
And drink some Natty in the park
It's Christmas in the Boroughs
With all of the folks at home

Christmas in the Boroughs
Is sometimes kinda squalid
But Santa's my compadre 
And he'll do me a solid

Our songs are sung
We're havin' fun
And no one's callin' 9-1-1
It's Christmas in the Boroughs
With all of the folks at home

The freakin' songs, the freakin' tree
The hum of the wheels on the BQE....

I'm handin' you no bull---
No matter where you roam
It's Christmas in the Boroughs
With all of the folks at home.