I am sane, I’ll park my car. And never leave The door ajar. On the street, I see a spot. Sign says parking Allowed is not. Chicago parking, round and round, No sweet mercy can be found. Every space has got a sign, Every sign says, Not this time. Chicago parking, block by block, Still racing, against the clock. I came here calm, I came here glad, If I miss the show, I’ll be sad. Circle then, Around I go. Hope to park Before the show. Once again, I turn around. Profanities now, My only sound. Chicago parking, round and round, No sweet mercy can be found. Every space has got a sign, Every sign says, Not this time. Chicago parking, block by block, Still racing, against the clock. I came here calm, I came here glad, If I miss the show, I’ll be sad. Left turn, right turn, one-way street, Can’t park there, broken concrete. Meter’s broken, curb is red, “Move along,” the policeman said. Concert’s done, Still I drive. This is circle Fifty-five. I like eggs, The number plaid. I think I’ve gone A little mad.
