With apologies to a friend of a friend
(it was originally about Iowa)
It's winter in Chicago
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Chicago
When the snow's up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Chicago ,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
It's winter in Chicago
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Chicago
When the snow's up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Chicago ,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
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