Soho
In the heat of '64 felt more like Rio
A 40-Guinea tailored suit
And it's time to go
He just turned 18, he's hotter than Tabasco
Success
Is riding his Vespa GS
Why would you settle
For anything less
Than Italian chrome and finesse?
It's time to make The Scene
Where the mods and modettes all convene
High on Motown, the dance floor
Scotch and amphetamine
Her face
Was the perfect expression of the time and place
He pretended not to stare
As he imagined her keen embrace
Of perfume, mascara and a glimpse of lace
The world is at The Scene
The original modernist dream
High on Motown, the dance floor Scotch and amphetamine
Soho
Past dawn at 6 am it's finally time to go
They light up the grey London streets in their afterglow
And hand in hand they head out to Portobello
Doctor Octave - The Scene Lyrics
Doctor Octave - The Scene Lyrics
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Soho
In the heat of '64 felt more like Rio
A 40-Guinea tailored suit
And it's time to go
He just turned 18, he's hotter than Tabasco
Success
Is riding his Vespa GS
Why would you settle
For anything less
Than Italian chrome and finesse?
It's time to make The Scene
Where the mods and modettes all convene
High on Motown, the dance floor
Scotch and amphetamine
Her face
Was the perfect expression of the time and place
He pretended not to stare
As he imagined her keen embrace
Of perfume, mascara and a glimpse of lace
The world is at The Scene
The original modernist dream
High on Motown, the dance floor Scotch and amphetamine
Soho
Past dawn at 6 am it's finally time to go
They light up the grey London streets in their afterglow
And hand in hand they head out to Portobello
In the heat of '64 felt more like Rio
A 40-Guinea tailored suit
And it's time to go
He just turned 18, he's hotter than Tabasco
Success
Is riding his Vespa GS
Why would you settle
For anything less
Than Italian chrome and finesse?
It's time to make The Scene
Where the mods and modettes all convene
High on Motown, the dance floor
Scotch and amphetamine
Her face
Was the perfect expression of the time and place
He pretended not to stare
As he imagined her keen embrace
Of perfume, mascara and a glimpse of lace
The world is at The Scene
The original modernist dream
High on Motown, the dance floor Scotch and amphetamine
Soho
Past dawn at 6 am it's finally time to go
They light up the grey London streets in their afterglow
And hand in hand they head out to Portobello
Writer: Barry Holloway
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid