Lyrics What's Happened to Soho? - The Correspondents

What's Happened to Soho?

Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
The landlord say your lease is up,
the council says you are corrupt,
either way you got to go,
to make way for a new Tesco
They sanitize and clean,
Unpick it at the seam
unravel and destroy,
decades of what has been,
wave good-bye to the whole damn scene
bye bye bye, my gin-soaked dream
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
People gathered 'round to watch as their small empire sinks,
Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks,
Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out,
So the subjects all take flight,
It’s over there can be no doubt
I know a few frequenters sit on the shelf
Regaling first-time histories they did not even live
In every group there’s those that have nothing left to give
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Where do I go for a family
Of outspoken praise and dandies and queens
Bearded witty, bitter men
And acutely self-aware has-beens
Sharp blonde women that will throw your responses back in your face
Even the coy girls will put you back in your place
The wisest words will arise from an old rogue’s wry smile
This is a place where no one cares about what you do
No one will ask, just carry the conversation through
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what’s happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Where do I go (go)
Where do I go (go)
Where do I go (go)
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?