Our crooked delegation wants a donation
Hey hey Lord, honey don't give your money
To send the preacher to the holy land
Sunday morning here in Harlem
And the good folk just got up
Oh oh radiator won't get hot
And that mean old landlord
Well it's too hot to sleep and too cold to eat
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
Sunday morning here in Harlem
The parties are out of sight
Now every body's all dressed up
I don't care if I die or not
Oh every thing's alright
He don't care if I freeze to death or not
The heathen folk just gettin' home from the party
The heathen folk just gettin' home from the party
Saturday night in Harlem
Now every body's all dressed up
Saturday night in Harlem
And the good folk just got up
Hey hey Lord, honey don't give your money
Our crooked delegation wants a donation
Hey hey, every thing's alright
The parties are out of sight
To send the preacher to the holy land
Winter night in Harlem
To that lyin', cheatin' man
