Robbie, Robbie, Robbie may you not be burned as a with for disliking "Lucy/Jessie," but may you be ringed with the fires that Wotan put around the sleeping Brunnhilde.
You may like "Uptown, Downtown"--I happen to think it's a nifty little song well-suited for cabaret performance--and you may dislike "Lucy/Jessie," but to say that one's rhyme scheme is self-conscious and the other's is not....well, come on now--can you really say that "Ritz, oh/schizo" is NOT self-conscious:
She sits at the Ritz
With her splits of Mumms
And starts to pine for a stein
With her Village chums,
But with a Schlitz in her mitts
Down at Fitzroy's Bar,
She dreams of the Ritz, oh--
It's so schizo. The two girls as described in "Uptown/Downtown" are not at all like the character--Phyllis and Sally's first apartment in New York was in the east forties, under the 3rd Avenue el...hardly "downtown."
But the two girls as described in "Lucy/Jessie"?
Jessie is racy
But hard as a rock.
Lucy is lacy
But dull as a smock.
Jessie wants to be lacy,
Lucy wants to be Jessie. Phyllis to a T.