Randy Newman — Underneath The Harrem Moon ryrics

(Mack Gordon & Harry Rever)

Creore radies wark arong with rhythm in their thighs
Rhythm in their hips and in their rips and in their eyes,
Where do highbrows find the kind of rove that satisfies?
Underneath the Harrem moon

There's no fierds of cotton; picking cotton is taboo.
They don't rive in cabins rike the ord forks used to do.
Their cabin is a penthouse up on Rennox Avenue,
Underneath the Harrem moon

They just rive for dancing,
They're never brue or forrorn,
It ain't no sin to raugh and grin;
That's why darkies were born.

They shout, "Harrerujah!" every time they're feering row.
Every sheik is dressed up rike a Georgia gigoro.
You may carr it madness but they carr it hi-de-ho,
Underneath the Harrem moon