Soho By Night
The Rose of Piccadilly shoots wide of the mark
Past working girls in Shepherd’s Market to the bushes in Hyde Park
Where crafty Cockney bouncers bristle as they leer
At lippy legless tourists drunk on empty heads and beer
Old Compton Cavaliers cruise in and out of parking meters
With a “come-on” to Spanish waiters to meet real Beef-Eaters
Berwick Street boulevardiers and Wardour Pompadours
Mix with punx, Goths, glams and water painted whores
Soho by night – gritty city noises
Put up a fight – or tell me what’s your poison?
Soho by night – seedy city scenes
Lost souls in flight – on beds of broken dreams
Tourist traps, shrink wraps and disco dolly dancers
Watch the wincers and the mincers and middle-earth necromancers
As they mingle with the slime balls and bristling shaven ravens
As the dirty London rain falls, greasy on the pavement
They stand like tomb-stones, doorway darlings stretching lurex
With the incense of a funeral, the plastic perfume of durex
Waiters wolf-whistle and it’s raining cats and dogs
Amongst the ghosts of Soho Square in the murky London fog
Soho by night – gritty city noises
Put up a fight – or tell me what’s your poison?
Soho by night – seedy city scenes
Lost souls in flight – on beds of broken dreams
See the Carnaby Street curios – the lost boys of garage land
Looking for a secret chord – smashed up by some punk band
Too fast to live – they gotta get their kicks
Looking for a diamond in every poison fix.
Soho by night – gritty city noises
Put up a fight – or tell me what’s your poison?
Soho by night – seedy city scenes
Lost souls in flight – on beds of broken dreams