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