They call us the Windy City What for, yes we know, you know
The politicians play smoke and mirrors
The Second City because,
I guess, NYC is where it’s at.
And now a new name has popped up—
Not even worth my pen’s strike.
They use it to describe what they think happens here.
That’s far from reality in the grand scheme of things.
They call us the City of Big Shoulders, for what precise reason, I know not
My only guess is because we look out for each other.
Come here look for yourself
We are Chicago—six words not one—The Windy City of Big Shoulders