Alright, slick

Let's go, Mike

I'm going out, running around with the fellas

The fellas and me, we happen to be close relatives

We know the lucky number bar

It stays open 'til four

When the chips are down

My fellas come through for me

When the chips are down

They play guitar for me

We have sincerity

I'm going to get a beer

I'm going to get a beer

But I will return, my dear

We're going to get a beer

We're going to get a beer

I will, I will return, my dear

Alright

Yes, we have sincerity

I'm going to get a beer

The corner of Wrightwood and Lincoln

Chicago, Chicago

You're my kind of town, you're my kind of town

You're my kind of town and I, I will return

I will return, I will return, I will return

I will return

You know what, I will tell you why

She's pretty wild, I guess you know

It kinda goes like this, let's sing along

I'm going to get a beer

I'm going to get a beer