Creole babies walk along with rhythm in their thighs
Rhythm in their hips and in their lips and in their eyes
Where the highbrows find the kind of love that satisfies?
Underneath the Harlem moonWe don't pick no cotton; picking cotton is taboo
We don't live in cabins like the old folks used to do
Our cabin is a penthouse up on St. Nicholas Avenue
Underneath the Harlem moonWe just live for dancing
We're never blue or forlorn
Ain't no sin to laugh and grin
That's why we schwaters were born
We shout, "Hallelujah!" every time we're feeling low
And every sheik is dressed up like a Georgia gigolo
White folks call it madness but I call it hi-de-ho
Underneath the Harlem moonOnce we wore bandanas, now we wear Perusian heads
Once we were barefoot now we're sporting shoes and specs
Once we were republicans but now we're democrats
Underneath the Harlem moonWe don't pick no cotton; picking cotton is taboo
All we pick is numbers and that include you white folks too
'Cause if we hit, we pay our rent on any avenue
Underneath the Harlem moonWe just thrive on dancing
Why be blue and forlorn
We just laugh and grin, ha!
Let the landlord in
That's why house rent party's were born
We also drink our gin up on Rita's when we're feeling low
Then we're ready to step out and take charge on any so and so
Don't stop for law, no traffic wind, we're rearing to go
Underneath the Harlem moon
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