Screeching Weasel - Chicago lyrics
[Screeching Weasel - Chicago lyrics]
Chicago, Chicago, I'm gonna show you around
I love it, bet you your bottom dollar
You'll lose the blues in Chicago
It's the town that Billy
Sunday couldn't shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just wanna say
They do things they never do on Broadway
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, my home town
Chicago, Chicago, that toddling town
Chicago, Chicago
Everybody's got their hand out
I'd swear everyone
And selling Christmas cards in the
From Al Capone to Richie Daley
It's the city that works
On State Street, that great street
The tourists all shop
But don't go too far or you'll
Be in for a shock
I saw a man beating up his wife
A cop stood by and tipped his hat in Chicago
(Chicago) chicago, that's my home town