Come walk the streets of crime
And colour bright lit corners
Of low repute
See the dazzling nightlife glow
Beyond the dawn and burning
In the heart of Soho
Hear the market cries
And see their wares displayed
Through the window of your soul
Come watch the naked dance
That spins before your very eyes
Naked like the sun
Step inside where men before
Have drunk their fill till senseless
Till the dreams fade and die
And free and easy
Does the blood red wine come flowing
From the glass to your veins
And the midday dream is silent
In the gardens where you're resting
From the troubles of your mind
And though the sun is burning brightly
All within the gardens
Either sleeping or he's dead
And through the afternoon
The buzzing bees do harmonise
Through the rushing city light