Through all the moments of sadness and glory Through all of the ba*tards and jackos and fights I'm coming straight over the fair streets of Soho With songs on my pale lips and ghosts in the night Through war on the wireless and flesh on the streets The place it has stood there for time incomplete There were cap-heads and creepers and auld night watch keepers There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight There Dickens they say used to put them away And his spirit would go haunting bold Hardy and Joyce Their children still spinning of boozing and sinning A hundred years later for six times the price Long nights I did sit there with hundreds of men Some brazen, some drunken, some not seen again There was more pretty women to dance in and swim in There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight So come all ye businessmen, travellers and bank who*es And give up yer ears to this place if you please You'll hear Londoners crying and laughing and dying And my voice approaching from over the breeze Not the steps of Saint Paul's nor Whitechapel below Could bring you this story of beauty and woe 'neath your darkness and mud runs my fair city's blood There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight There for the whiskey and Cheshire delight