Original subtitles

But when sizzling trumpet blow, and the music's hidey -ho, Harlem's full of

dancing feet.

Every day is Saturday in Harlem.

Every night a great beat holiday.

Hip cats sing and dance each night in Harlem.

You can hear them twenty blocks away.

Every one a rhythm hound.

Every day is Harlem.

Every night, a great big holiday.

If cats sing and dance each night in Harlem, you can hear them 20 blocks

away.

See them truckin', wingin', buckin', kickin' dust around.

Happy faces going places.

Everyone's a rhythm.

And get your thrill just diving with the boys.

Hello,

Bill.

Hello, Bill.

Come hot licks and get your kicks just diving with the boys.

Hello, Bill.

Shake my hand with solid man just

driving with the boys.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Bill.

Come on, Bill, and get your thrill just driving with the boys.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Bill. Hello, Bill. Hello, Bill. Shake my hand, it's a

solid man just driving with the boys.

What do you say? Are you still okay?

Well, let's go back to the meeting shack and play and play and play.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Bill.

Shake my hand. It's Solid Man just jiving with the boys.

Just jiving with the boys.

Just jiving with the boys.

My baby knows how to work. She'd rather stay home instead.

My baby knows how to work.

She'd rather stay home instead.

Why, she's so darn lazy.

Call a lady in bed.

She's pale, she's frail, she's about as fast as a snail.

She's dumb, she's numb, she's as slow as they come. I know she's half asleep.

She's even too tired to yawn.

That chick's been strictly horizontal ever since the day she was born.

Now I took her to a horror movie to see if she would scream.

A piece in Frankenstein. I thrilled and chilled and hid my eyes and was just

about to scream. When through a snore I heard her say, I hate this, I love this

dream. I took her to the seashore to see if she could swim.

She floated out with the tide and two days later drifted in again. And I said,

baby, I swear you're a ghost. I know the girl is dead.

She said, oh, no, doggone you. I slept in an oyster bed.

Yes.

Now, I don't want no chick that's going to rave and scream, but this one goes to

the other extreme. Instead of squawking and raving and roaring, she starts in

sign, ends up snoring. I'm talking about that lady in baby.

Yes, she don't need no husband, don't need no love.

She wouldn't fall if you gave her a shove. I'm sick and tired of sitting

twiddling my thumbs while that chick sleeps. You know what I mean?

So if you're looking for a baby, brother, she's your baby for keeps.

I'm talking about, talking about that lady in bed.

Yeah, man!

It's dark. I think Queens can't do the rumble. Oh, when he gets together, he

makes it.

You can take a chorus, too. You can take a chorus, too. Yes, I can take a

chorus, too.