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


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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