Former Fall Out Boy, Patrick Stump, now has a solo career that I much prefer to his FOB-fronting days. Although he’s a bit too skinny now, I think his lyrics are much better. I loved him as a dirty-blonde, slightly pudgy dude with glasses; eff the overly perfect persona.

It’s clear he loves Michael Jackson, but then again, who doesn’t?

Anyway. Listen up, Montreal:

P.S. I know this song is about Chicago, but you can insert any city you happen to love, in your mind. Hence the song’s genius.