A breeze blew in this morning
Blew the ash clean out of the tray
With a reefer slowly burning
Trying to smoke my blues away

The sound of my record player
Scratch a vinyl, sad song plays
That's the sound of the Brewer Street Blues
That's the sound of the Brewer Street Blues

Heard a prostitute a-wailing
Every guy she meets must be gay
Cos' he hasn't made a penny
Has a month of bills to pay

A dustcart is reckling down the street
Loading trash upon the way
That's the sound of the Brewer Street Blues
That's the sound of the Brewer Street Blues

There's an outpost on the corner
Called the Coffee Pot Cafe
There's a rent boy in the window
trying to hide his face away

He's arguing with some old guy
He needs to find punter who will pay
That's the sound of the Brewer Street Blues

A crowd outside the peep show
they come down to Soho for the night
They're screaming and they're shouting
at the clippers' taunting

Came looking for a good time
But they turned off the last neon light
That's the sound of the Brewer Street Blues
That's the sound of the Brewer Street Blues

There's a guy outside my window
Urging everyone to pray
He's holding up a sign
The end of the world is on its way

I'm feeling blue and lonely
I'm packing up and moving away
Had my fill of the Brewer Street Blues
Think I'm done with the Brewer Street Blues
Saying goodbye to my Brewer Street Blues