Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town. Chicago, Chicago, I'll show you around. Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago. Chicago, the town that *Mart Faye* could not shut down.
Wait till you see him, see how he looks, huh. Wait till you hear him laugh. Painters of paintings and writers of books. Well, they never could tell the half.
verse). My left shoe's on my right foot,. My right shoe's on my left.. Oh! listen to me Mimi,. Of reason I'm bereft!. The buttons of my trousers. Are button'd to my vest;.