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'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
Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town
Chicago, Chicago

Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field
Come and walk with me along the lake to the drake
Holler 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 Pump Room Ambassador East
To say the least
On shishkabob and breast of squab we will feed and get free

Don't tell me sin is ramped and right
Think of that man who danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago
I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town

Writer : FISHER, FRED
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