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!
Winter night in harlem oh ho radiator won't get hot
Well the mean ole landlord he don't care if I freeze to death or not!
Saturday night in harlem ahh ever'ry thing's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing the parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up
Ahthe hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher
To the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Ah saturday night in harlem hey hey ever'ry thing's alright
You can really swang and shake your pretty thang the parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up
Ahthe hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher
To the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin' steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'm gonna wait till my mama comes
Well if the rich folks don't eat up all that good meat
Mama's gonna brings me some
Talking about that cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney you know I would have been dead
Poor mama she sure looks tired
She said "what you eatin' son?"
"I believe that cold baloney sandwich looks good
Would you please fix you mama one?"
Talking about cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney you know I would have been dead
Baloney was good enough for my father good enough for my mother
That baloney saved me and my brother
Cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Bill Withers - Harlem/Cold Baloney Lyrics
Bill Withers - Harlem/Cold Baloney Lyrics
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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!
Winter night in harlem oh ho radiator won't get hot
Well the mean ole landlord he don't care if I freeze to death or not!
Saturday night in harlem ahh ever'ry thing's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing the parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up
Ahthe hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher
To the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Ah saturday night in harlem hey hey ever'ry thing's alright
You can really swang and shake your pretty thang the parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up
Ahthe hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher
To the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin' steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'm gonna wait till my mama comes
Well if the rich folks don't eat up all that good meat
Mama's gonna brings me some
Talking about that cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney you know I would have been dead
Poor mama she sure looks tired
She said "what you eatin' son?"
"I believe that cold baloney sandwich looks good
Would you please fix you mama one?"
Talking about cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney you know I would have been dead
Baloney was good enough for my father good enough for my mother
That baloney saved me and my brother
Cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well it's too hot to sleep I'm too poor to eat
I don't care if I die or not!
Winter night in harlem oh ho radiator won't get hot
Well the mean ole landlord he don't care if I freeze to death or not!
Saturday night in harlem ahh ever'ry thing's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing the parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up
Ahthe hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher
To the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Ah saturday night in harlem hey hey ever'ry thing's alright
You can really swang and shake your pretty thang the parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up
Ahthe hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher
To the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin' steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'm gonna wait till my mama comes
Well if the rich folks don't eat up all that good meat
Mama's gonna brings me some
Talking about that cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney you know I would have been dead
Poor mama she sure looks tired
She said "what you eatin' son?"
"I believe that cold baloney sandwich looks good
Would you please fix you mama one?"
Talking about cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney you know I would have been dead
Baloney was good enough for my father good enough for my mother
That baloney saved me and my brother
Cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Writer: Bill Withers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group