Daniel Conderman 
Verse 1
Just some good ol’ nights,
All quiet in bed,
Till old Mrs. Leary lit a lamp in her shed.
The cow kicked it over,
Gave a fiery wink,
That’s how the story goes—if it’s true, whaddya think?
Chorus
They’re sayin’ whoa now, whoa now, Chicago’s ablaze,
That lantern’s the culprit, or so the rumor says.
If that cow’s guilty or not, folks still spin the tale,
Singin’ “Yeehaw, we’ll be burnin’—just stay outta jail!”
Bridge
You can blame the poor cow,
You can blame the poor lamp,
You can blame old city gossip, who never fails to vamp.
But if you’re ever in Chi-town, tip your hat and vow,
That you’ll keep your eyes on Mrs. O’Leary’s cow!
