Slip Shod Tap Room Dance (Soho So What)

(álbum: The Boy With A Note - 1992)

In a slip-shod tap-room dance
He's shambling, moves unsteadily to the door
Oxford Street is a river tonight
And he must cross it once more
Soho, Soho, so what

In a slip-shod tap-room dance
He's mumbling words to a poem that he will write
The only thing in his steps that's certain
Is that it won't get done tonight
Soho, Soho, so what

In a slip-shod tap-room dance
World's crumbling, now as tipsy as a pork pie hat
"Hello dearie would you like a nice time?"
Oh no, there's no time for that
Not in old Soho, Soho, so what

In a slip-shod tap-room dance
Words tumbling safe in the bar with a literary friend
Just one more, can you lend me a pound note?
I can give it back to you come the weekend
Soho, Soho, so what

In a slip-shod tap-room dance
He's grumbling not enough money for a taxi home
Screws up his eyes at the buses lumbering
Hands in his pockets as he walks alone
Soho, Soho, so what

In a slip-shod tap-room dance
Tubes rumbling not so very far to go
Took six matches just to light one cigarette
Just another night in old Soho
Soho, Soho, so what

In a slip-shod tap-room dance
In a slip-shod tap-room dance
In a slip-shod tap-room dance
In a slip-shod tap-room dance