So Long Mrs. Smith

So long, Mrs. Smith

This spring I think that I should go

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?

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