Harlem Bill Withers

[Verse 1]
Summer night in Harlem
Man, it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep, I'm too poor to eat
I don't care if I die or not

[Verse 2]
Winter night in Harlem
Oh oh, radiator won't get hot
Well the mean old landlord, he don't care
If I freeze to death or not

[Verse 3]
Saturday night in Harlem
Ah, everything's alright
You can really swing, and shake your pretty thing
The party's outta sight

[Verse 4]
Sunday mornin', here in Harlem
Now, everybody's all dressed up
Ah, the hip folks gettin' a home from the party
And the good folks just got up

[Bridge]
Ah, crooked delegation, wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey, hey love, honey, don't give your money
To that lyin', cheatin' man