So long Mrs. Smith

This spring I think that I should go

And I have had enough of this

And this place ain't what it was before

When I was young nine thirty was late enough

And the sky was angel dust

A dead top trio of criminal saints

To worship at Wong's

Would you say that we were wrong



So long Mrs. Smith

This spring I think that I should go

And I have had enough of this

I'm going down to Edison