Well, you've always got schoolbooks You've always got toys You never go hungry like Some of the boys But something is not quite right It's not what it seems Soho's best dressed boy He doesn't feel clean Father - no father, but Uncles you've had They all turned out nasty They all turned out bad They were all pimps And they were all hoods So Soho's best dressed boy Doesn't feel good They sent you away To a school for the Toffs Where you learned to speak proper And you learned to speak posh Your mother she cried Your mother felt sad So Soho's best dressed boy He's feeling bad Took you a long time to find out the truth Your mother a whore all through your youth Your mother she died A long time ago The ways of the world Well, now you do know You stand by her gravestone You say it out loud She was a prostitute And you feel proud SendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
