Old Main Drag

When I first came to london
I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket
and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly
to check out the scene
And I soon ended up on
the old main drag
There the he-males
and the she-males
paraded in style
And the old man
with the money
would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley
you'd work for a fiver
For a swift one
off the wrist
down 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 even 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 push 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 shat on
and spat 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