Ella Fitzgerald

Drop me off in Harlem
Any place in Harlem
There's someone waiting there
Who makes it seem like Heaven up in Harlem
I don't want your Dixie
You can keep your Dixie
There's no one down in Dixie
Who can take me 'way from my hot Harlem
Harlem has those southern skies,
They're in my baby's smile,
I idolize my baby's eyes
And classy up-town style
If Harlem moved to China,
I know of nothing finer,
Than to stow away on a 'plane some day
And have them drop me off in Harlem
Harlem has those southern skies,
They're in my baby's smile
I idolize my baby's eyes
And classy up-town style
If Harlem moved to China,
I know of nothing finer,
Than to stow away on a 'plane some day
And have them drop me off in Harlem
[Scat]
If Harlem moved to China
I know nothing finer than to be in Harlem