Room 57 in the midnight hour I'm fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour I'm thinking about the people I've been talking to Been here a long time and nobody knew Ain't it a shame, ain't it a pity The bluebirds call, call the windy city What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame Good music on the radio A whole lot of people don't wanna know They say the black is black and white is white You can't cross over cause it don't seem right Ain't it a shame, ain't it a pity The bluebirds call, call the windy city What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame Ain't it a shame, ain't it a pity The bluebirds call, call the windy city What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame