Brand X - Soho lyrics

The streets of Soho Ah, that's where your kids go The streets of Soho Chinatown or Flamingo Out in the streets Profane stokers sweat in the heat (Delilah was born) A greyhound body punctured and torn The take-away eats A grubby chef cooks up yesterday's meats And a baby is born But mama gets drunk, dad 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 The streets of Soho Land of poison and honey The rush hour is here Pinstriped bowlers made in India They emerge from the tube Their faces fixed in permanent sneers Whatever your taste You're guaranteed to find it all here A fix in the gents: A topless ma**age, model for rent In the streets of Soho Oh, that's where your kids go The streets of Soho They got rock, jazz or disco Get down, get down, get down...