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 ♪ 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 Sometimes we can't love things Till we tell them goodbye Oh, my homeland My homeland Goodbye