Bill Withers — Harlem

Текст песни: Harlem

Summer night in Harlem
Man it's a really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep
And I'm too cold to heat
I don't care if I die or not

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

Saturday night in a-Harlem
Ah, everything's alright
You can really swing
And shake you're pretty thing
Uh, huh, baby, outtasight

Sunday mornin', here in a-Harlem
Now, everybody's all dressed up
While the hip folks
Gettin' a home from the party
And the good folks just got up

Ah, 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', a-cheatin' man
Saturday night in Harlem, hey hey
Everything's alright
You can really swing
And shake you're pretty thing
Uh, huh, baby, outtasight

Sunday morning, here in a-Harlem
Now everybody's all dressed up
While the hip folks
Gettin' a-home from the party
And the good folks just got up

Ah, 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', a-cheatin' man

Hey, hey
Ha ha, haha
Hey, hey
Yeah yeah
Ah, ah ah ah, hey
Hey, hey hey hey
Ah ha ha ha haha
Oh oh oh oh oh
Ah ha ha ha ha oh
Ha ha ha ha
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah