Rags: The New American Musical: Uptown

Greasy little maggots
 Swarming in the streets
 With the noises of their weeping
 And the smell of rotting meats
 That's the way they look at us
 Slimy bits, grimy beards
 That's the way they look at us
 It ain't a pretty sight
 But look down there, Rebecca
 You know what?
 They're right
 But look, Rebecca
 You see that glow in the sky?
 Uptown
 When I'm someone and on my feet again
 Uptown
 Then we'll never see Suffolk Street again
 No more two-room flat
 Charity
 Chicken fat
 Glass of tea
 Taking in a cup
 Like our neighbors uptown
 No more living where life embarrasses
 For the Harrises
 Uptown
 No more sweltering on the stoop again
 (We could have our own room)
 Uptown
 No more suppers of cabbage soup again
 (Only American soup)
 With my pocket-watch
 And cheroot
 David in a store-bought suit?
 Dream of life
 Gleaming fine
 I'm your wife; your dream is mine
 We'll look down on them
 And we won't remember
 How shut out of the golden door we were
 Back before we were
 Uptown
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 Cabbage soup I will never eat again
 Uptown
 And I'll never see Suffolk Street again
 I remember sitting, you and I
 While the cranes were calling
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 Sometimes we can't love things
 Till we tell them goodbye
 Oh, my homeland
 My homeland
 Goodbye