The Man From Harlem
It was up at Mike's the other night,
There was really quite a sight,
Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown.
Tables were filled with bloody frails,
Chewing on their fingernails;
They were waiting for the man from Harlem.
Drinks were served six bits a throw,
Things were moving kind of slow,
Everybody's nerves were getting jumpy.
All at once the room was still,
Men forgot all about their bill,
Who should enter but the man from Harlem.
Everybody rolled their eyes,
Women starting heaving sighs,
Someone hollered, "Music, lights and gin,"
Everybody cleared a space,
They had big, broad smiles on every face,
How they all loved to see the man from Harlem.
When he started in to step
He filled everyone with plenty pep,
He twitched and squirmed; it just was a dirty shame.
Everyone was in a daze,
Women watched him with amaze,
Each one said she'd have the man from Harlem.
He looked over in the corner,
And saw a couple of frails and they sure did look kinda low.
Another cat walked up, and said to the man from Harlem,
"Go over there and see what's the matter with them girls."
And they said, "I'm kinda low."
And he said, "I've got just what you need:
Come on, sisters, light up on these weeds and get high and forget about everything."
O Homem de Harlem
Era lá no Mike, na outra noite,
Era realmente uma visão e tanto,
Reúnam-se, pessoal, enquanto eu conto tudo pra vocês.
As mesas estavam cheias de garotas desanimadas,
Roendo as unhas;
Elas estavam esperando pelo homem de Harlem.
As bebidas eram servidas a seis moedas cada,
As coisas estavam meio lentas,
Os nervos de todo mundo estavam à flor da pele.
De repente, a sala ficou em silêncio,
Os homens esqueceram da conta,
Quem entrou foi o homem de Harlem.
Todo mundo revirou os olhos,
As mulheres começaram a suspirar,
Alguém gritou: "Música, luzes e gin!"
Todo mundo fez espaço,
Sorrisos largos em cada rosto,
Como todos adoravam ver o homem de Harlem.
Quando ele começou a dançar,
Ele encheu todo mundo de energia,
Ele se contorcia e se movia; era uma vergonha danada.
Todo mundo estava em transe,
As mulheres o observavam com admiração,
Cada uma dizia que queria o homem de Harlem.
Ele olhou para o canto,
E viu um par de garotas que pareciam bem pra baixo.
Outro cara se aproximou e disse ao homem de Harlem,
"Vai lá e vê o que há de errado com aquelas meninas."
E elas disseram: "Estamos meio pra baixo."
E ele respondeu: "Eu tenho exatamente o que vocês precisam:
Vamos lá, irmãs, acendam esses baseados e fiquem altas, esqueçam de tudo."