Tekster:
Chicago

down the floor Haven't you heard this groove before? Ba da bop ba dee-ah, ba dee-ah Ba da bop, bop ba do, ah do-ay I'll never lose chicago blues Ba da

...i be that bitch in that all black tinted out el dorado, ain't nobody fuckin' wit me, it's my chicago, when you see me in the club mean-mug your bottle

south side of Chicago Twenty first and Network was its beating heart The place with action first got it start Back when jazz was king on the south side of Chicago

Here I am In this broken town Missing you Wishing you were still around Streets are full of people, happy Heading on their way Why am I the only one

Please won't you sing me A thing that will bring me right into the sky? If you would play it Just lay it down, say, it will help me get by Something

Waiting for the break of day Searching for something to say Flashing lights against the sky Giving up, I close my eyes Sitting cross-legged on the floor

As my life goes on, I believe Somehow, something's changed Something deep inside, ooh, a part of me There's a strange new light in my eyes Things I've

Oh, what a lucky day? Things are going my way Sun is arising mesmerizing everything I say People all around this uptight town Someone's gonna recoginze

Headed north on a one-way trip I never thought I'd be back this way I never thought I'd be missing you Enough to suffer for the whole night through Headed