say murder capital.
She'll have your head.
She sings the song of Detroit,
and out of tune.
the group of us,
friends from U of M and some add-ons,
many of us love the
The 313. The
oh, who am I kidding?
I sound like an idiot.
grew up in Southfield.
But we all like Detroit.
loves the city with gusto,
with the type of passion usually reserved for
And the cynics say, wait.
Wait until she has children, wait
until she knows better.
She'll at least move to Grosse Pointe. Hmph!
says, let's go to Eastern Market,
I want you to meet someone,
I want to
buy some cheese.
I want to pick up some flowers for the party.
want to come to our place to watch the fireworks?
There's parking on the street,
and we can walk to Greektown afterwards.
She says, did you know there are
174 parks in the city of Detroit?
Let the history buffs talk about Detroit
artillery winning WWII,
Let the music buffs talk about Motown and Aretha
young ones can say, Eminem. White Stripes. Kid Rock.)
Let the car people talk
about torque and Tin Lizzies,
the Big Three, and the creation of a new middle
Let them cry about Tiger Stadium (is it just going to rot there?).
Let them mourn
poor old Fort Wayne (no one cares about old veterans).
Let them, let them,
Everybody has an opinion.
Meanwhile, there she is in Mexicantown.
she is, skating at Campus Martius.
There she is, at an opening at Izzy's.
Sing with her, sing!
Stand up and tell 'em you're from...