I 90 to Chicago, Miss Madi 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 Talk about the funky scene People everywhere Breathin' in the air, Dancin' like they just don't care
Turn the key and hope for ignition Then the rubber's gonna hit the road I'm tired and I don't have a penny But it's okay, cause I'm headin' home Dreamin' of a night on the terrace The moon's gonna light the stage The Jokers in the mains Tokers got it made Wanna play the peach tree game
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 dreamin' Of Miss Madi, so far away How you gonna dance with no music Can't sing if their ain't a song I call her on the phone Says she's all alone The Phunktion's on our way back home