Verse:
Ames is a city just like a bee,
It is as busy as busy can be,
With railroads and street cars and wide open door,
Churches and schools and playgrounds galore,
With beautiful homes, and a welcome to those,
Who stop off at Ames, where the tall corn grows.

Chorus:
Ames, Ames, gee whiz,
Now we will sing and tell what it is,
A swell little city of which we are proud,
Her praises we’ll sing, in melody loud,
A beautiful city as ev’ry one knows,
In the heart of the state where the tall corn grows.