I got the surprise, the surprise of my life
I had to stop and stare
I saw man dancing with his own wife
And you'll never guess where...
Chicago, Chicago--that toddlin' town, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago--I'll show you around--I love it
Betcha bottom dollar you'll lose your blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just want to stay, I just want to stay
They do things they don't do on Broadway, say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man who danced with his wife
In Chicago... Chicago... Chicago, Chicago
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Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town
Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field
Come and walk with
Along the lake, to the drake
Hollar and hoot, all through the loop
Shout out now to Mrs. O'Leary's cow
No she-she, life is peachy
Chicago... we'll meet at the punk-room Ambassaodr E's
To say the least
On shishkabobs and breast of suave we will feed and get free
Don't tell me sin is rampid and right
Think of that man who danced with his wife
In Chicago... Chicago...
I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town!
Songwriter(s): Samuel L. Nestico, Francois Joseph Charles Salabert, Fred Fisher
Copyright: Sony/Atv Tunes Llc, Fred Fisher Music Co. Inc.
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