The Old Main Drag - The Janice Long Show, July 1985, Live

When I first came to London, I was only 16
 With a fiver in my pocket and my old dancing bag
 I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
 But I soon ended up upon 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 five
 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 cafés who'd give you cheap pills
 If you didn't have the money, you'd cajole, and you'd beg
 There was always lots of Tuinal on the old main drag
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 One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
 I was pulled in 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 shot 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