Was '56 Chicago in the summertime

No wind blowing, pavement hot, damn near frying Cubs in 8th and Wrigley just ain't no fun

Kinda restless, feeling like we're half-past done

Hop in that old black Mercury, down 50 cause there ain't no interstate Searching for our first time, think we might just test our fate

Word is that there's quite a few, might be 18

Houses of ill repute, down there in Kankakee

In the Windy City heard about old Nell Clark

A madam who the cops well they made her go dark She was just ahead of a business trend

Called the crowning evil serving railroad men

Hop in that old black Mercury, down 50 cause there ain't no interstate Searching for our first time, think we might just test our fate

Word is that there's quite a few, might be 18

Houses of ill repute, down there in Kankakee

Gathered my boysMarty, Burt and me, hopped in my '50 Mercury

Drove into the night, yeah it took two hours, saw the tracks and a field of wildflowers Hoping to fulfill a young boy's dream, got just what we wanted down in Kankakee

Hop in that old black Mercury, down 50 cause there ain't no interstate Searching for our first time, think we might just test our fate

Word is that there's quite a few, might be 18

Houses of ill repute, down there in Kankakee