@migu music@

Underneath The Harlem Moon - Fletcher Henderson & His Orchestra

Creole babies walk along

With rhythm in their thighs

Rhythm in their hips

And in their lips and in their eyes

Where do highbrows

Find the kind of love that satisfies

Underneath the harlem moon

They're no feel no cotton

Picking cotton is taboo

And they don't live in cabins

Just like the old folks used to do

Their cabin is a penthouse up

On lennox avenue

Underneath that harlem moon

They just live for dancing

They're never blue or forlorn

Ain't no sin to laugh or grin

Now that's just why darkies were born

They shout hallelujah

Every time they're feeling low

And every sheik

Is dressed up like a georgia gigolo

You may call it madness

But I call it hi de ho

Underneath the harlem moon