Medley: harlem / cold baloney - live

Summer night in Harlem Man it's a really hot Well it's to hot to sleep And I'm to po' to eat I don't care if I die or not Winter night in Harlem Radiator won't get hot That mean old landlord He don't care if I Freeze to death or not Ah But Saturday night in Harlem Now everything's alright Really swing And shake your pretty thing Yeah the party's out a sight Sunday morning in Harlem Everybody's all dressed up Now hip folks gettin home from are high from the party Good folks just got up Crooked delegation Wants a big donation Send some old jive preacher To the Holy land Oh honey Don't you give your money To that lyin' cheatin' man Saturday night in Harlem Everything's alright Shake your thang And shang a lang a lang a lang The party's out a' sight I wanna tell you about Cold Baloney I'm home all by myself Just five years old But I sho' am cold Mama's out cookin' steak for someone else Sho' am sleepy But I'm gon' wait 'til momma comes If the rich folk don't eat up all that good meat I believe she gonna bring me some I wanna tell you about Harlem Cold Baloney mayonaise and bread If it wasn't fpr cold baloney By now don't y'all know I would a' been dead I wanna tell you about Harlem Po' mama, she sho' is tired She said what cha eatin' son? I believe that baloney sandwich sho looks good Would you please fix your mama one? Little red light Shake 'em on down Little green light