Lyrics

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