| 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 will never guess where |
| Chicago, Chicago |
| That toddlin' town, the toddlin' town |
| Chicago, Chicago |
| I’ll show you around, I love it |
| Bet your bottom dollar you lose the 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, Chica-are-are-are-are-ago |
| Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town |
| Chicago, Chica-are-are-go |
| Let me cool my heels ri-ight down at Marshall Field |
| Come and walk with me along the lake |
| To the great hollar and hoot, all through the loop |
| Shout how-now to Mrs O’Leary’s cow |
| No she-she, life is peachy |
| Chicago, we’ll meat at the pump room, Ambassador East |
| To say the least, on shish kabab |
| And best of squad we will see, and yet please |
| Don’t tell me sin is rampant and rife |
| Think of that man who danced with his wife |
| In Chicago, Chi-ca-go-o |
| I’m in this city |
| What a wonderful windy, time |