| 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 |
| Along the lake, to the drake |
| Hollar 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 rampid and right |
| Think of that man who danced with his wife |
| In Chicago, Chicago |
| I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town! |