Chicago

It was about 6:15 in the morning

I'm drunk, and I'm high, and I'm in Chicago

Now, I had just stumbled out of some club, somewhere

I can't even remember

And, um,  I walked to the corner to hail a cab

And after 5 empty cabs just passed me by

One finally stopped

He was this white, mid-western, working class kinda guy

You know the type

So anyway, I jumped in and I said, Hyatt Regency, please

And he looked at me like I was crazy

And said, where? Downtown?

And I said, yeah

Now, the whole way down to the Hyatt

He kept looking at me through the rear-view mirror

With this real suspicious stare

I ain't pay him no mind though

'Cause a brother like me was just interested

In the beautiful Chicago skyline

The way it looked from Lake Shore Drive

All sparkly and clean in the sunrise

As we pulled up to the luxurious hotel

And I paid my fare

The cabby turned around with a curious grin and asked me

Where you going? To work?

And I looked back at him and I said

Work? Brother, I'm going to sleep