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Chicago Is A Helluva Town

Chicago, Chicago, it’s a very big place Chicago, Chicago, it’s a total disgrace; Bet your flabby buttocks you'll lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago, the town where someone sat on my face. On State Street, that great street, I just want to say I did things with strangers, both straight and gay; I had the time, the time of my life; I met a mobster and slept with his wife In Chicago, one fine day. Hey! Hey! Chicago, Chicago, where tragedy struck, O horror, O horror, what a bit of bad luck; Bet your flabby buttocks I’ll not go back to Chicago, Chicago, where my girlfriend got hit by a truck. On Lake Shore, a fat whore, one fine sunny day I picked up and we thought we’d go for a lay; Her husband took a hammer and bashed in her tits It took a couple of hours to mop up the bits In Chicago, one fine day. Hey! Hey!
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edna-sweetlove
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Dec 16, 2014
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