Harlem Nights

Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Give me
Harlem
Harlem
I'll be there tonight
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 crepe 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-toned shoes, shade of ...