| I’ll be there tonight!
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| Doo doo doo…
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| Think I was born a little late
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| From my discriminating taste
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| I will be happier today
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| If I have a chance to swing
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| I wanna land my time machine
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| Down in the days of
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| Back when the Cotton Club was king
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| And they all knew how to swing
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| Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
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| And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
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| And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
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| Oh I wish I could be drinking it in
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| And those harlem nights never had to end
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| So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
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| In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
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| In those harlem nights, I’ll be there tonight
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| Doo doo doo…
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| I’d add some polish in my hair
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| A sense of cool and savoir-faire
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| A dash of danger and a flair
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| When I get the chance to swing
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| They had the magic in their feet
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| A hundred forty-second street
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| The gals were sugar, she was sweet
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| Yeah, the cat knew how to swing
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| Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
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| And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
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| And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
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| Oh I wish I could be drinking it in
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| And those harlem nights never had to end
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| So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
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| In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
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| Give me harlem nights, I’ll be there tonight
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| Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
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| And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
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| And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
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| Oh I wish I could be drinking it in, in, in, in!
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| And those harlem nights never had to end
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| So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
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| In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
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| Give me harlem nights, I’ll be there tonight
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| Harlem nights, harlem nights…
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| And those harlem nights never had to end
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| So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
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| In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
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| Give me harlem nights, I’ll be there tonight! |