When Harold Washington ran for mayor
The clamor was heard
Just about everywhere
The world got the word
The sturdy homeowners
Trembled with fear
And patronage workers
Knew the gravy train's end was near
Then all of the rascals
Like in the not-so-old south
Ran down to St. Pascal's
Where they foamed at the mouth
But Harold won all the same
And the city was a better place
We didn't have to play the tired old game
With a man of such grace.
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