Aunt Martha - Harlem lyrics

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 notWinter night in Harlem Oh oh radiator won't get hot And that mean old landlord He don't care if I freeze to d**h or notSaturday night in Harlem Oh every thing's alright You can really swing and shake your pretty thing The parties are out of sightSunday 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 upOur 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' manSaturday night in Harlem Hey hey, every thing's alright You can really swing and shake your pretty thing The parties are out of sightSunday 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 upOur 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