Verse:

Day-light gives me the shivers,

Harlem did it some-how.

Always hav-ing the jitters,

Should be used to it now.

Seventh Av-en-ue night life,

Gets me bod-y and soul,

Len-ox Av-en-ue mid-night,

Gets my Sat-ur-day roll.

Chorus:

Old Man Harlem gives me Sunday head-aches.

I've got Old Man Har-lem in my bones.

Always finds me danc-ing when the day breaks,

But that Old Man Harlem keeps me roll-ing on.

He takes all your dough and keeps you skimp-ing,

Makes you old and gray be-fore you're limp-ing.

Old Man Harlem gives me Sunday head-aches,

But that Old Man Harlem keeps me rolling on.