Harlem Nights

Give me

Give me

Give me Harlem nights, Harlem nights, Harlem nights

I'll be there tonight

I'll be there tonight

I'll be there tonight

Think I was born a little late

For my discriminating taste

I would be happier today

If I had the chance to swing

I wanna land my time machine

Down in the days of "Créme de Chine"

Back when the Cotton Club was king

And they all knew how to swing

Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer

And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears

And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin

Oh I wish I could be drinking it in

And those Harlem nights never had to end

So the Harlem guys could strut their stuff again

In their two-tone shoes, shade of lights they used

Give me Harlem nights, I'll be there tonight

I'd have some polish in my hair

A sense of cool and savoir faire

A dash of danger and of flair

When I get the chance to swing

They had that magic in their feet

On 142nd street

The cats where sugar sure was sweet

Yeah, the cats knew how to swing

Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer

And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears

And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin

Oh I wish I could be drinking it in

And those Harlem nights never had to end

So the Harlem guys could strut their stuff again

In their two-tone shoes, shade of lights they used

Give me Harlem nights, I'll be there tonight

Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer

And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears

And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin

Oh I wish I could be drinking it in

And those Harlem nights never had to end

So the Harlem guys could strut their stuff again

In their two-tone shoes, shade of lights they used

Give me Harlem nights, I'll be there tonight

Harlem nights, Harlem nights