Harlem on My Mind

Emralds in my bracelets and diamonds in my rings
A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things
And Im blue, so blue am I
Lots of ready money in seven diffrent banks
I counted up this morning, its about a million francs
And Im blue, so blue, and I know why
Ive got Harlem on my mind
Ive a longing to be lowdown
And my 'parlez-vous' will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind
Ive been wined and Ive been dined
But Im heading for a showdown
Cause I cant go on from night to dawn
With Harlem on my mind
I go to supper with a French Marquis
Each evening after the show
My lips begin to whisper 'Mon Cheri'
But my heart keeps singing 'Hi-de-ho'
Ive become too darn refined
And at night I hate to go down
To the high-falutin flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind