| Lyrics: | **I got the surprise, the surprise of my life
I had to stop and stare
I saw a man dancing
with his own wife
And you will never guess where
Chicago, Chicago
That toddlin'
town, the toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago
I'll show you around, I love it
Bet your bottom
dollar you lose the blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut
down
On State Street, that great street
I just wanna stay, I just wanna 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,
Chica-ar-ar-ar-ar-ago
Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town
Chicago,
Chica-ar-ar-go
Let me cool my heels ri-ight down at Marshall Field
Come and walk with me
along the lake
To the great hollar and hoot, all through the loop
Shout how-now to Mrs
O'Leary's cow
No she-she, life is peachy
Chicago, we'll meat at the pump room,
Ambassador East
To say the least, on shish kabab
And best of squad we will see, and yet
please
Don't tell me sin is rampant and rife
Think of that man who danced with his
wife
In Chicago, Chi-ca-go-o
I'm in this city
What a wonderful windy - time... |
