So Long Mrs. Smith Lyrics

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