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Chicago do it!
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In the country where I was born
the cowbell is "daily use"
Nobody knows it has groovy sound
So, I stole it yeah
I liked playing the drum a lot
But something was in short
So, I putted the cowbell on my drum set
I got high over the sound I played
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
My father came to me and shouted
"It's not for you but for my cows"
I escaped far away from him
Then I arrived at Chicago
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
Oh, my drum set with my cowbell
I played all night long on the street of Chicago
A man who has a guitar come to me
So, I started a session with him
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago do it!
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