Lyrics Bill Withers

Bill Withers

Harlem

Summer night in Harlem

Man it's really hot

Well it's too hot to sleep and too cold 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 old landlord

He don't care if I freeze to death or not

Saturday night in Harlem

Oh 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 gettin' 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 lyin', cheatin' man

Saturday night in Harlem

Hey hey, 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 gettin' 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 lyin', cheatin' man