Drop me off in Harlem,
  any place in Harlem,
  There's someone waiting there
  who makes it seem like
  Heaven up in Harlem.
  
  I don't want your Dixie,
  you can keep your Dixie,
  there's no one down in Dixie who can take me
  'way from my hot Harlem,
  
  Harlem has those southern skies,
  they're in my baby's smile, I
  idolize my baby's eyes and
  classy up-town style,
  
  If Harlem moved to China,
  I know of nothing finer,
  Than to stow away on a 'plane some day and have them
  drop me off in Harlem.
  
  
  
  Harlem has those southern skies,
  they're in my baby's smile, I
  idolize my baby's eyes and
  classy up-town style,
  
  If Harlem moved to China,
  I know of nothing finer,
  Than to stow away on a 'plane some day and have them
  drop me off in Harlem.
  
  
  If Harlem moved to China
  I know nothing finer than to be in Harlem