Harlem

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, old landlord

He don't care if I freeze to death or not

Saturday night, in Harlem

Ah, 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, just gettin' home from the party

And then the good folk, just got up

Our crooked delegation, wants a donation

To send the preacher to the holy land

Hey, hey, Lord, honey don't give your money

To that lyin', cheatin' man

Saturday night, in Harlem

Hey, hey, 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

All the hip folks, gettin' home from the party

And the good folk, just got up

Our crooked delegation, wants a donation

To send the preacher to the holy land

Hey, hey, Lord, honey don't give your money

To that lyin', cheatin' man