a 1922 popular song
words and music by Fred Fisher
The sheet music:
Accompaniment track:
Lyrics
- I got a gal, I got a pal
I got a chance, I got a dance, waiting for me
I’m goin’ to make, right to the lake
There with the boys, in Illonois, I want to be
You may not care, for to be there
But I declare, you’re not aware, just where to go
When you’re in town, just call around
Right there I’m found, really you ought to know:
Chorus
Chicago, Chicago, that toddl’ing town, toddl’ing town
Chicago, Chicago, I’ll show you around, I love it
Betch 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 say, just want to say
They do things they don’t do on Broadway, say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, my home town
- Any old maid, who’s not afraid
Powders her nose, puts on nice clothes, she’ll get a beau
Any old guy, ever in Chi
He’s got a chance, if he can dance, he’ll cop a Flo
Any Hotel, that’s a bit swell
Must have a band, right here on hand, or else their cheap
If you’ll invest, you’ll find a guest
They’ll never rest, they’re dancing while they sleep
Patter
In “College Inn” you get the real beer in a glass
In that college from Professor’s, you learn to jazz
More colored people up in State Street you can see
Than you’ll see in Louisianna, or Tennessee
They’ve got the “Stock Yards”, so I heard the people say
I just got wind of it today, today
Sung here by Fred Feild: