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 Wongs
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
I Have Had Enough Of This
I'm Going Down To Edison