Underneath The Harlem Moon
Creole ladies walk along with rhythm in their thighs
Rhythm in their feet and in their lips and in their eyes,
Where do highbrows find the kind of love that satisfies?
Underneath the harlem moon!
Theres no fields of cotton; picking cotton is taboo;
They dont live in cabins like the old folks used to do.
Their cabin is a penthouse up on lennox avenue,
Underneath that harlem moon!
Why, they just live on dancing,
Theyre never blue or forlorn,
cause it aint no sin to laugh and grin;
Thats why darkies were born.
Oh, they shout, hallelujah! every time theyre feeling low;
Every sheik is dressed up like a georgia gigolo,
You may call it madness but they call it hi-de-ho,
Underneath the harlem moon!
song performed by Randy Newman
Added by Lucian Velea
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