Murray Head - Old soho

^DThe night was r^Bmaining down On ^F#mneon streets of ^Aold Soho. ^DOur 'macs' were ^Bmbuttoned tight, We'd j^F#must been to a s^Ahow. ^DThose glossy ^Bmpictures, ^F#mRevealing much but ^Anever all; [Pre-Chorus] ^EmThe real thing was within, they said "Come ^Ain and have a ball". ^EmThe girls were tired, And not the same as the ^Apictures on the wall. [Verse] ^DWhile ladies ^Bmbeckoned us, And ^F#meach would tell her ^Asorry tale; ^DSome promise ^Bmin the rain, Of ^F#man experience gone ^Astale; No b^Detter than a f^Bmruit machine, Wit^F#mh jackpot gone, and p^Aarts for sale. [Pre-Chorus] ^EmMeanwhile on the sidewalk, A man lay s^Apilling out his life. ^EmHe spat on civil pity, Wanted ^Amoney and not a wife. Then he ^Asuddenly took out a knife, A ^Emcar went by and splashed us all - I ^Cheard that doorman call, "Come in and h^Aave a ball". [Chorus] The h^Dookers, the bookers, The ^Bmjaded onlookers; The ^F#msearch of the lonely for a ^Abillboard sky. The ^Dstreetwalk, the sleepwalk, The ^Bmfast and the loose talk; It's a ^F#mbusiness doing pleasure, With the ^Ameek and the shy.

There ^Emare sometimes - Don't you wish Don't you ^Awish that you'd never come. I ^Emwish I could turn,

And r^Cun from the look in their eyes. There was no ^Emelement of surprise. Just that l^Cook of submission,

That shows a decision to live their life this ^Away. [Chorus]

The ^Dhookers, the bookers, The j^Bmaded onlookers; The ^F#msearch of the lonely for a ^Abillboard sky. The ^Dstreetwalk, the sleepwalk, The ^Bmfast and the loose talk; It's a ^F#mbusiness doing pleasure, With the ^Ameek and the shy.