Miss Madison

On a note to Chicago

Miss Maddie starts calling me

She don't even ask if I miss her

With open arms she'll always be

Meet me at the bar on State Street

We'll talk about the funky scene

People everywhere breathing in the air

Dancing like they just don't care, no no

Turn the key and hope for ignition

Land of rubbers gonna hit the road

I'm tired and I don't have a penny

But that's okay 'cause I'm heading home

Dreaming of a night on the terrace

The moon's gonna light the stage

The joker's in the main, Toker's got it made

I wanna play the Peachtree game, no no

My one Miss Madison

My one Miss Madison

I travel down south to Miami

I wandered over to LA

I look up in the sky and I'm dreaming

Of Miss Maddie so far away

Now how you gonna dance with no music?

You can't sing if there ain't a song

I call her on the phone, says she's all alone

The function's on the way back home, no no

My one Miss Madison

My one Miss Madison

Rolling home to Miss Madison

My one Miss Madison