(To the tune of John Cooper Clarke’s classic, “Evidently Chickentown.”
Warning: Foul Language Ahead.)
the fucking courts are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean?
this fucking mayor’s fucking race
I’ll fucking punch your fucking face
like fucking Grand Prize fucking games
where fucking kids shout fucking names
at fucking Bozo fucking Clown
you’ll know that this is Rahm’s Chi-Town
the fucking ruling fucking blows
a fucking moron fucking knows
I’m fucking mean and fucking tough
don’t fucking call my fucking bluff
the fucking voters fucking love
the fucking shit I fucking shove
some fucking judges shot me down
they just don’t get it’s Rahm’s Chi-Town
my fucking lawyer’s fucking great
you fucking wait you fucking wait
he’s fucking not fucking around
this town is fucking Rahm’s Chi-Town
this fucking makes me fucking smile
not fucking worth my fucking while
the fucking reason fucking why
my fucking rivals fucking cry
the fucking babies fucking schmucks
are fucking sitting fucking ducks
I fucking wear the fucking crown
I am the king of Rahm’s Chi-Town
from fucking White House fucking slobs
to fucking Teamsters’ fucking jobs
for fucking wise and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking scab is fucking stabbed
for fucking being a fucking scab
your fucking cover’s fucking blown
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
“it’s not your fucking real home”
this is fucking Rahm’s Chi-Town!
my fucking lawyer’s fucking great
you fucking wait you fucking wait
he’s fucking not fucking around
this town is fucking Rahm’s Chi-Town
the fucking pizza’s fucking thick
the fucking schools are fucking sick
the fucking house is fucking mine
you fucking evil fucking swine
the fucking courts are fucking wrong
you fucking suck my fucking schlong
I’ll fucking take you fucking down
residentially Rahm’s Chi-Town
Fucking A!!