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The streets of Soho 

Ah, that's where your kids go 

The streets of Soho 

Chinatown or (flaminco)? 

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 

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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 massage (...) 

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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...