So Long Mrs. Smith

So long Mrs. Smith

This spring I think that I should go

And I have had enough of this

And this place aint what it was beforeWhen I was young, nine thirty was late enough

And the sky was angel dust

A dead top trio of criminal saints to worship at Wongs

Would you say that we were wrongSo long Mrs. Smith

This spring I think that I should go

And I have had enough of this

Im going down to Edison