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 news stand, waiting for the late    show    Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall    Chocolate-coloured 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 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 "Midde 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