Soho (needless to say)

Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom

Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run

Hot dogs, wet clogs, clicking up the sidewalk

Disappearing into the booze shop



Rainbow queues stand down by the newsstand

Waiting for the late show

Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall

Chocolate colored ladies making eyes through the smoke pall



Soho, needless to say

I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening

I've been here all of the day

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go



Football supporters, they're taking the waters

They're looking round for the twilight daughters

Non stop strip club, pornographic bookshop

Come into the back and take your time and have a good look



Old man laughs with flowers in his hair

Newspaper headline

"Middle East Deadline"

Jazz musicians are down on the breadline



Soho, needless to say

I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening

I've been here all of the day

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go



Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds

Disenchanted, downstream in the night

Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the lonely sighs

Till she seems lost in dreams



The sun goes down on a neon eon

Though you'd have a job explaining it to Richard Coeur de Lion

Animation, bar conversation, anticipation, disinclination

Poor old Wino turns with dust in his eyes



Begs for the dregs from the bottom of the kegs, man

You've never seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like



Soho, needless to say

I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday evening

I've been here all of the day

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go



Soho, needless to say

I'm alone on your streets or am I dreaming?

I've been here all of the day

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go