Went uptown to Sophisticant Where all people can pay the rant Where the ladies with all their sins Wrapped around them like dead-mink grins Walked the streets where no dust can lie Where Mercedes and Porsches vie For the front of the pack like wolf At the Stop sign and pont-de-neuf Turned the corner and saw the steps All one hundred beneath the wept Tress all hanging as if in shame Sad as if they would take the blame Take the blame for not being kept Kept to riches so well adept Keen at prisons of other fates Sealing others in iron gates Rang the door bell and waited there Waiting there 'til the butler's stare Called me near but not very dear Called me up but not too sincere Asked the lady if she would bite Thinking I was just too contrite Asked the lady if she would learn Of the cause which we'd all soon burn Said she me in a cackling voice Haughty, sure, and without remorse Killing, simple, without disguise Deadly, sure, without compromise (said she) "I've had enough of you feeble boys With your idle hours and electric toys I can't be bothered with your simple jokes And your noisy pranks And your aging folks" "I do not want to be one of you With your runny noses And your endless queues With your tiny concerns And your dweezle minds With those manic moments And your meager finds" "Cause Ive done that and Been there and had that and seen where A mass of people live in wretched disgrace" "And I won't be one of you without a face" So I had no choice So I turned and left Now I wonder Still Can I ever rest