It was up at Mike's the other night,
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There was really quite a sight,
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Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown.
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Tables were filled with gaudy frails,
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Chewing on their fingernails;
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They were waiting for the man from Harlem.
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Drinks were served six bits a throw,
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Things were moving kind of slow,
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Everybody's nerves were getting jumpy.
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All at once the room was still,
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Men forgot all about their bill,
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Who should enter but the man from Harlem.
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Everybody rolled their eyes,
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Women starting heaving sighs,
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Someone hollered, "Music, lights and gin,"
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Everybody cleared a space,
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They had big, broad smiles on every face,
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How they all loved to see the man from Harlem.
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When he started in to step
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He filled everyone with plenty pep,
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He twitched and squirmed; it just was a dirty shame.
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Everyone was in a daze,
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Women watched him with amaze,
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Each one said she'd have the man from Harlem.
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He looked over in the corner,
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And saw a couple of frails and they sure did look kinda low.
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Another cat walked up, and said to the man from Harlem,
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"Go over there and see what's the matter with them girls."
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And they said, "I'm kinda low."
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And he said, "I've got just what you need:
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Come on, sisters, light up on these weeds and get high and forget about everything."
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The Man From Harlem
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Cab Calloway |