Philly's City Hall

I drive down past blocks of row houses,

Down the hill toward historic Philadelphia,

And my thoughts wander as I see the beautiful skyline,

To the year eighteen-hundred and seventy-one,

When the statue of Her founder, William Penn,

Marked the tallest habitable building in the world.

But tonight as I see the lights of the city,

(The skyline is clearly visible, without Mr. Penn's hat),

Where broken promises paved the way,

For 'One Liberty Place" to obscure City Hall.

Founded and built by McArthur and Thomas,

It remains the tallest masonry building in the world,

But in nineteen-hundred and eighty four,

The gentleman's agreement was cast aside,

And Mr. Penn is no longer clearly visible.

But this broken promise was clearly to blame,

For a drought with Philadelphia's sporting teams,

For the curse of Billy Penn ensured,

That no championships were won until after,

The year two-thousand and seven!