Chicago

House is packed, ain't no vacant seat,
People cruisin' the lobby and shufflin' their feet.
A thousand little girls pressed against the stage,
Set to start rockin' to the latest rage.
The lights go down, the stage explodes,
And the people gasp, as the guitar loads.
Ain't got no time to give you no pity,
'cause things are shakin' in the windy city.
It's show time...show time in chicago.
Everyone's here, everyone's here to rock n' roll.
It's show time... show time in chicago.
Everyone's here, everyone's here to rock n' roll.
The band calls out to get up and dance.
Nobody here's gonna pass up the chance.
People are rockin' row by row,
Standin' in their seats and diggin' the show.
The drummer keeps pumpin' that funky beat,
Drivin' everybody right out of their seat.
Got no time to give you no pity,
Things are shakin' in the windy city.
It's show time...show time in chicago.
Everyone's here, everyone's here to rock n' roll, yeah.
It's show time...show time in chicago.
Everyone's here, everyone's here to rock n' roll.
It's show time in chicago.
Everyone's here to rock n' roll.
It's show time, show time, show time, in chicago.
Everyone's here...