Selling late night transfers
Try to make a play
The people with the answers
Don't often pass this way
Starting from the Lurence
All the way to trees
It's the last tango on 16th Street
The later that it gets, the meaner that it looks
There's a lot learn out here
Not found in books
The goddess of the winter rain,
Watch out for the heat,
When it's the last tango on 16th Street
Same old people begging quarters
Stretching out their hands
Vendors selling flores (flowers)
From a plastic can
Some are poor but honest, others lie and cheat
Well it's the last tango on 16th Street
All the homeless helpless need a place to stay
Asking you for spare change
Don't know what to say
Gypsy play her melody, a broken tooth, a smile so sweet
It's the last tango on 16th Street
Same old song, I know you heard it
Many times before
Why does life of poverty seem so much like war
Just make sure you careful
Where you place your feet
When it's the last tango on 16th Street
Some of them don't see so good when they leave the bars
Talking loud and ugly
Step in front of cars,
If you holding valuables, it pays to be discrete,
'cause it's the Last Tango on 16th Street
Dodge between the hookers the pain between their thighs
Full moon shines above the bay
You can see it in their eyes
Pass the cap street dogleg
Your heart might skip a beat
When it's the last tango on 16th Street