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

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