Bill Withers
Bill Withers - Harlem lyrics
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Summer night in Harlem, Man it's really hot! Well it's too hot to sleep And too hot to eat. I don't care if I die or not! Winter night in Harlem, Oh oh radiator won't get hot, And that mean ole landlord He don't care if I freeze to death or not! Saturday night in Harlem, Ahh every thing's alright. You can really swing and shake your pretty thing, The parties are out of sight. Sunday morning here in Harlem Now every body's all dressed up. The heathen folk just getting 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 lying, cheating man.. Saturday night in Harlem, Ahh every thing's alright. You can really swing and shake your pretty thing, The parties are out of sight. Sunday morning here in Harlem Now every body's all dressed up. The heathen folk just getting 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 lying, cheating man.. Hey Hey ha ha Hey Hey ha ha Hey Hey ha ha Hey Hey ha ha