Schenectady, city of my dreams
I think of you each time the eagle screams
Your noble vistas and your graceful ways
I'll treasure for all my mortal days
No place could e'er replace you in my heart
Nor ever cause my thoughts to be apart
From that which ties my memory to you
Schenectady, without you I'd be blue
I've seen Peoria and Kankakee
And they don't mean a single thing to me
I've driven through the wilds of Pocatello
Where I was struck by a flying load of jello
I've been put down by people in Podunk
Been robbed and left for dead in Kennebunk
Been shafted by a judge in Walla Walla
And pissed on by a dog in Astabula
But never has Schenectady refused me
Nor turned its back nor violently abused me
And that is why my heart will always be
At home in my true home, Schenectady!