Miss Madison

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
 Breathin' in the air, people everywhere
 Dancin' like they just don't care
 My one, Miss Madison
 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
 My One, Miss Madison
 My One, Miss Madison
 Rolling home to Miss Madison
 Bow bow bow bow