I'm going out, running around with the fellas
The fellas and me, we happen to be close relatives
We know a lucky number bar, it stays open till four

When the chips are down, my fellas come through for me
When the chips are down, they play guitar for me
We have sincerity

I'm going to get a beer
I'm going to get a beer
But I will return, my dear

We're going to get a beer
We're going to get a beer
I will return, my dear

Yes we have sincerity
I'm going to get a beer
The corner of Wrightwood and Lincoln
Chicago, Chicago
You're my kind of town
You're my kind of town
You're my kind of town
And I will return
I will return
I will return
I will return
I will return
You know why?
I'll tell you why
I'm going to get a beer
I'm going to get a beer