Bill Withers - Harlem Lyrics

Summer night in Harlem
Man, it's a really hot
Well, it's too hot to sleep
I'm too cold to heat
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, 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' a 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, Lord
Honey don't give your money to that lying, cheating man

Saturday night in Harlem, 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' a 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, Lord
Honey don't give your money to that lying, cheating man, hey, hey

Ha ha, ha ha
Hey, hey, hey yeah
Ha, ha ha ha, hey
Hey, hey hey hey
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha, ha ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha ha ha