Bill Withers - Harlem Lyrics

Summer night in Harlem, man it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep I'm too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not

Winter night in Harlem, oh oh radiator won't get hot
Well the mean ol' landlord he don't care
If I freeze to death or not

Saturday night in Harlem, ahh everything's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
The parties are out of sight

Sunday morning here in Harlem now everybody's all dressed up
The heathen folks gettin' home from the party
And the good folks just got up

Our crooked delegation wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin', cheatin' man

Saturday night in Harlem, ahh everything's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
The parties are out of sight

Sunday morning here in Harlem now everybody's all dressed up
The heathen folks gettin' home from the party
And the good folks just got up

Our crooked delegation wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey hey lawd, honey don't give your money to that lyin', cheatin' man