When I first came to London I was only 16
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the Dilly to check out the scene
But I soon ended up on the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
The old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'd work for a five
For a swift one off the wrist on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights the old town, it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money, you'd cajole or you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening, as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station, the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and kick them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag
And now I'm lying here, I've had too much booze
I've been spat on and shat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag
Thank you
This one's called "Thousands Are Sailing"