Chicago’s glowy although sunset’s not there
There’s this barn with loft and it’s straw everywhere
O’Leary: wants some milk past dark
Needs light for some dairying
Daisy kicked a little lantern
I fear there’s cracklin’ to be, and I’m smellin’ smoke

It's too late: all burned. Damn cow!
Please believe that I grieve, yes indeed, that bossy’s a klutz
It's too late: all burned. Damn cow!
Don’t believe we’ll receive a reprieve, or help from above

The town was soon blazing up, at least ten blocks aflame
You know, the firemen’s hosey-crew was all too harried: went wrong way
I tell you
I slipped out of sight
Watching the town ignite
I cried so hard when I glimpsed the wealth
Of Chi-town in a smoldering plight, and it’s knellin’ doom

It's too late: all burned. Damn cow!
Please believe that I grieve, yes indeed, that bossy’s a klutz
It's too late: all burned. Damn cow!
I’m bereaved by the heave of a sheave of silage lit up

It's too late: all burned. Damn cow!
Please believe that I grieve, yes indeed, that bossy’s a klutz
It's too late: all burned. Damn cow!
I’m a-peeved so that we’ve misconceived a mythicowl-putz

Poor Miz O’Leary - did she know her reputation’s through?
But it’s sad to think that Irishness alone did af-fix that blame like glue

Oh, It's too late: all burned. Damn cow!
I concede I’m aggrieved when perceive there’s fables ahead
It’s too late, kids sing out now:
“In the night, in the night in the night when we were in bed...”
It’s too late, kids sing out now:
“Boviney, boviney, boviney mishap in the shed”

(Repeat and extinguish slowly)