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 "Middle 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