Harlem
Bill Withers"Harlem" is a song by Bill Withers, released in 1971 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:37 long and contains 35 lines and 212 words.
Lyrics
0:01Harlem - Bill Withers
0:27Summer night in Harlem
0:30Man it's really hot
0:34Well it's too hot to sleep
0:36I'm too poor to eat
0:38I don't care if I die or not
0:44Winter night in Harlem
0:47Oh ho radiator won't get hot well
0:51The mean ole landlord
0:54He don't care if i freeze to death or not
1:00Saturday night in Harlem
1:03AHH ever'ry thing's alright
1:08You can really swing
1:10And shake your pretty thing
1:12The parties are out of sight
1:17Sunday morning here in Harlem
1:21Now eve'ry body's all dressed up
1:24AH the hip folks gettin home from the party
1:29And the good folks just got up
1:33Our crooked delegation wants a donation
1:37To send the preacher to the holy land
1:41Hey hey lawd honey don't give your money
1:46To that lyin cheatin man
1:50Ah Saturday night in Harlem
1:54Hey hey ever'ry thing's alright
1:58You can really swang and shake your pretty thang
2:02The parties are out of sight
2:08Sunday morning here in Harlem
2:11Now eve'ry body's all dressed up
2:15AH the hip folks gettin home from the party
2:19And the good folks just got up
2:23Our crooked delegation wants a donation
2:28To send the preacher to the holy land hey hey lawd
2:33Honey don't give your money to that lyin
2:37Cheatin man
Harlem - Bill Withers Summer night in Harlem Man it's really hot Well it's too hot to sleep I'm too poor to eat I don't care if I die or not Winter night in Harlem Oh ho radiator won't get hot well The mean ole landlord He don't care if i freeze to death or not Saturday night in Harlem AHH ever'ry thing's alright You can really swing And shake your pretty thing The parties are out of sight Sunday morning here in Harlem Now eve'ry body's all dressed up AH the hip 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 Ah Saturday night in Harlem Hey hey ever'ry thing's alright You can really swang and shake your pretty thang The parties are out of sight Sunday morning here in Harlem Now eve'ry body's all dressed up AH the hip 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
Translation
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