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