Samba do Soho

When I walk through Soho
I remember Gamboa
oh, oh, oh, crazy thing
oh my god, what a good thing

back behind the Port Dock
on the slope of Laziness
where fools are born dead
where only good people are

who doesn't know what longing is
doesn't know this dilemma
hasn't tasted this poison
never had a brunette

oh my god, how good
to find you in this city
when I turn the corner
I come face to face with longing

oh, oh, oh, crazy thing
oh my god, what a good thing
oh, oh, oh, crazy thing
oh my god, what a good thing