Last Tango on 16th Street Songtext
von Boz Scaggs

Selling late night transfers
Try to make a play
The people with the answers
Don′t often pass this way
Starting from Dolores
All the way to Three
It's the last tango on 16th Street

The later that it gets, the meaner than it looks
There′s a lot to 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
Venders selling flores
From a plastic can
Some are poor but honest
Others lie and cheat
When 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 just smile so sweet
It′s the last tango on 16th Street

Same old song, I know you heard it
Many times before
Why this life in poverty seems so much like a war
Just make sure you're 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
Stepping from the cars
If you′re holding valuables, pays to be discrete
'Cause it′s the last tango on 16th Street


Dodge between the hookers, aim between their thighs
Full moon shines above the bay
You can see it in their eyes
Pass the Capp Street dogleg
Your heart might skip a bit
When it's the last tango on 16th Street

It's the last tango on 16th Street
It′s the last tango on 16th Street
It′s the last tango on 16th Street