Believe (x3)
Harlem Nights (x3)
I'll be there tonight!
Doo doo doo...
Think I was born a little late
From my discriminating taste
I will be happier today
If I have a chance to swing
I wanna land my time machine
Down in the days of [??]
Back when the Cotton Club was king
And they all knew how to swing
Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
Oh I wish I could be drinking it in
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
In those harlem nights, I'll be there tonight
Doo doo doo...
I'd add some polish in my hair
A sense of cool and savoir-faire
A dash of danger and a flair
When I get the chance to swing
They had the magic in their feet
A hundred forty-second street
The gals were sugar, she was sweet
Yeah, the cat knew how to swing
Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
Oh I wish I could be drinking it in
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
Give me harlem nights, I'll be there tonight
Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
Oh I wish I could be drinking it in, in, in, in!
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
Give me harlem nights, I'll be there tonight
Harlem nights, harlem nights...
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
Give me harlem nights, I'll be there tonight!
Harlem Nights (x3)
I'll be there tonight!
Doo doo doo...
Think I was born a little late
From my discriminating taste
I will be happier today
If I have a chance to swing
I wanna land my time machine
Down in the days of [??]
Back when the Cotton Club was king
And they all knew how to swing
Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
Oh I wish I could be drinking it in
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
In those harlem nights, I'll be there tonight
Doo doo doo...
I'd add some polish in my hair
A sense of cool and savoir-faire
A dash of danger and a flair
When I get the chance to swing
They had the magic in their feet
A hundred forty-second street
The gals were sugar, she was sweet
Yeah, the cat knew how to swing
Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
Oh I wish I could be drinking it in
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
Give me harlem nights, I'll be there tonight
Where the boys lit cigarettes with a sneer
And the girls wore jasmine behind their ears
And the noise tasted like smoke and bad gin
Oh I wish I could be drinking it in, in, in, in!
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
Give me harlem nights, I'll be there tonight
Harlem nights, harlem nights...
And those harlem nights never had to end
So the harlem guys can strut their stuff again
In their two-toned shoes, shade of Langston Hughes
Give me harlem nights, I'll be there tonight!