A/N: Okay, I promised I'd never write a songfic, but what I meant was that I'd never write a serious one. I popped Chicago into the stereo this morning (hubby's at work, my daughter loves music as much as I do, and daytime TV is boring) and I thought this would be funny.
Disclaimer: I don't own House. Or Chicago. But I have CD's. Yeah.
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The ducklings were all down in the clinic; Cuddy was off at a conference in Trenton. House put Chicago on the record player at top volume and started belting it out: "You are my love and my life, you are my inspiration. Just you 'n me, simple and free," he danced around a little bit and played air drums. "Lovin' you girl is so damn easy, yeah, yeah."
Just then Cameron pushed open the door to his office with her eyes wide. "House?" She shouted. "Are you insane? They'd never play Chicago on the show! Now turn it down or something, we can hear you all the way downstairs!" And with that she walked quickly back to the elevator, snickering all the way.
The End.