| I got the surprise, the surprise of my life
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| I had to stop and stare
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| I saw a man dancing with his own wife
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| And you’ll never guess where
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| Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town, that toddlin' town
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| Chicago, Chicago, I’ll show you around, I love it
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| Betcha bottom dollar you’ll lose your blues
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| In Chicago, Chicago
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| The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
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| On State Street, that great street
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| I just want to stay, I just want to stay
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| They do things they don’t do on Broadway, say
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| They have the time, the time of their life
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| I saw a man who danced with his wife
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| In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
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| Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town
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| Chicago, Chicago
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| Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field
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| Come and walk with
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| Along the lake, to the drake
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| Hollar and hoot, all through the loop
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| Shout out now to Mrs. O’Leary’s cow
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| No she-she, life is peachy
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| Chicago, we’ll meet at the Pump Room Ambassador East
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| To say the least
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| On shishkabob and breast of squab we will feed and get free
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| Don’t tell me sin is rampid and right
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| Think of that man who danced with his wife
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| In Chicago, Chicago
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| I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town! |