The streets of Soho
Oh that's where your kids go
The streets of Soho
Chinatown over mingle

Out in the streets
Propane stroke persuading the heat
Delilah that's worn
Her Crayon body punctured and torn
The take-away eats
A grubby shirt picks up yesterday's meats
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
The streets of Soho
Land of poison and honey

The rush hour's here
Pin-Striped Bowlers' Lady in gear
They emerge from the tube
Their faces fixed in permanent sneers
Whatever your taste
You're guaranteed to find it all here
A fixin' the gents
A topless massage more than fluent

In the streets of Soho
Oh that's where your kids go
The streets of Soho
Oh we got rock, jazz or disco
Oh get down, get down, get down
Got down, get down, get down, get down
Yeah yeah yeah