Room 57 in the midnight hour I'm fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour I'm thinkin' 'bout the people I've been talkin' to Been here a long time and nobody knew Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity The bluebird's gone from the windy city What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame ♪ Good music on the radio A whole lotta people don't want to know They say that black is black and white is white You can't cross over 'cause it don't seem right Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity The bluebird's gone from the windy city What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame ♪ Ain't it shame, ain't it a pity The bluebird's gone from the windy city What a shame, what a shame What a shame, what a shame