Текст Randy Newman – Underneath The Harlem Moon
Текст:
Creole ladies 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
There’s no fields of cotton; picking cotton is taboo.
They don’t live in cabins like the old folks used to do.
Their cabin is a penthouse up on Lennox Avenue,
Underneath the Harlem moon
They just live for dancing,
They’re never blue or forlorn,
It ain’t no sin to laugh and grin;
That’s why darkies were born.
They shout, «Hallelujah!» every time they’re feeling low.
Every sheik is dressed up like a Georgia gigolo.
You may call it madness but they call it hi-de-ho,
Underneath the Harlem moon
Альбом
Randy Newman – 12 Songs
Randy Newman – Uncle Bob’s Midnight Blues
Randy Newman – If You Need Oil
Randy Newman – Rosemary
Randy Newman – My Old Kentucky Home
Randy Newman – Yellow Man
Randy Newman – Underneath The Harlem Moon
Randy Newman – Lucinda
Randy Newman – Lover’s Prayer
Randy Newman – Suzanne
Randy Newman – Mama Told Me Not To Come
Randy Newman – Let’s Burn Down The Cornfield
Randy Newman – Have You Seen My Baby?