Harlem Holiday – Cab Calloway And His Orchestra

There’ll be bands everywhere, going to town
There’ll be planes in the air, flying all around
The browns will be there, laying ’em down
Every day will be a Harlem holiday

No more work, only play, you sleep when you choose
You get paid any way; now tell me, ain’t that news?
Every song will be gay, no weary blues
Every day will be a Harlem Holiday

When the whole world’s down
And the times look blue
You’ll be high up on
Lenox avenue

There’ll be gals on the bank, gin will be free
If you don’t get a break, don’t blame me
Every spot that you got will be hotter than hot
Every day will be a Harlem holiday!