From “The Happiest Night of His Life”, 1910 Words by Junie McCree Music by Albert Von Tilzer
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Oh you Chicago
Oh you New York
How do you like the traffic in our railroad yards
And beauty of our boulevards?
I don’t want to mention our stockyards of pork
I’m glad that you did
Now does your city take a pride
In leading pigs to homicide
Or is it a custom or is it a trade?
It’s just a business deal for every little porker
Helps to fatten some New Yorker
Mine is a plumpness porkchops never made
Oh you New York
Oh you Chicago
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Oh you Chicago
Oh you New York
Can you tell why some foreigners are satisfied
To reach New York and there reside
Their eyes are not open, they don’t know our talk
As soo as they learn to pronounce Chicago
They don’t rest until they’re in the Middle West
Chicago don’t brag much, her people don’t blow
If they don’t blow, then it is certainly a pity
That it’s called the windy city
Mine is the big town
You just watch us grow
Oh you New York
Oh you Chicago