Selling late night transfers, trying to make a play The people with the answers, don't often pass this way Starting from Dolores, all the way to tree It's the last tango on 16th street The later that it gets, the meaner that it looks There's a lot to learn out here, not bound in books Regardless 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, 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 plays a melody, a broken tooth She smiles so sweet at the last tango on 16th street Same old song, I know you heard it, many times before Why does life in poverty, seem 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, step in front of cars If you're holding valuable, pays to be discreet Cause it's the last tango on 16th street Dodge between the hookahs, pain between their thighs Full moon shines above the bay, you can see it in their eyes Past the cap street dog leg, your heart might skip a beat When it's the last tango on 16th street Gypsy plays a melody, a broken tooth She smiles so sweet at the last tango on 16th street Some of them don't see so good, when they leave the bars Cause it's the last tango on 16th street It's the last tango on 16th street It's the last tango on 16th street