Soho

The streets of Soho
Oh that's where your kids go
The streets of Soho
Chinatown on Flamingo

Out in the streets
Propane smokers sweating the heat
Delilah's horn
A grey-eyed body punctured and torn
The takeaway eats
A grubby chef cooks up yesterday's meat
And a baby is born
But mama gets drunk and never comes home

The streets of Soho
There's tourists everywhere
The streets of Soho
You got French models up there
Oh the streets of Soho
You can spend all your money
But the streets of Soho
Land of poison and honey

The Russian is here
Pinstripe bones ready in gear
They emerge from the tube
Her face is fixed in permanent sneers
Whatever your taste
You're guaranteed to find it all here
A fix in the gents
A topless massage model for rent

In the streets of Soho
Oh that's where your kids go
The streets of Soho
They got punk jazz or disco

Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Yeah, yeah, yeah