There's a swingin' town I know called...
Capital City
People stop and scream hello in...
Capital City!
It's the kind of place that makes a bum feel like a king
And it makes a king feel like some nutty coo-coo super king
It's against the law to frown in
Capital City!
You'll giggle like a stupid clown
When you chance to see 4th street and D!
Once you get a whiff of it, you'll never want to roam
From Capital City my home sweet swingin' home!
Oh, I want to be in that rumba,
When the saints go over there.
Oh over there! Oh over there!
The rules that constrain other men,
mean nothing to McBain.
The punches that bring pain to other men,
mean nothing to McBain.
McBain!
McBain!
McBain!