Bill Withers - Harlem lyrics

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