Windy City's Blue
Avenues are filthy, in the gutter lays a bum
East side's getting better
But the south side's nearly done
Junkies have their business they'll fix you up as well
Mayor's growing older, and the vice squad's really hell
Run around in circles, fight the city heat
A million people running round, stomping on your feet
Businessmen are fortunate, to have their coats and ties
Hobo walks through a train yard, wishing he could die
Oooo the city heat, somebody's shadow
Gonna fall right down on top of me
Some people love, some people hate
Other people they don't even trust their mate
Breeze is getting colder, and the ground is turning white
Subway's full of maniacs, there killings every night
Old man time is waiting, to ring that lonely bell
The mayor's growing older, and the vice squad's really hell
(They're gonna get cha', Come on git me)
