Friday, May 13, 2005
(With apologies to Carl Sandburg & Frank Sinatra)
Chicago
Chic-ago, Chick-ago,
You’re my kind of town.
Chicago,
Chic-ago, Chick-ago,
You’re my kind of town.
Chicago,
You’re no longer known for stacking wheat,
Or butchering hogs into meat,
You’re a broad shoulder town by Michigan lake.
Chicago,
Or butchering hogs into meat,
You’re a broad shoulder town by Michigan lake.
Chicago,
You’re now renown,
For your arts,
For your arts,
And grand boulevards near your parks,
Fancy fountains that spray the air,
Wind that blows everyone's hair,
Buildings tall, but not always square,
Chicago,
Fancy fountains that spray the air,
Wind that blows everyone's hair,
Buildings tall, but not always square,
Chicago,
You’re my kind of town.
