Bojangles of Harlem Lyrics
Bojangles of Harlem - Fred Astaire/Johnny Green & Orchestra
Ask anyone up Harlem way
Who that guy Bojangles is
They may not know who's president
But ask them who Bojangles is
He's in the most entrancing business
It's what they call the dancing business
When there's a beat
Up on the street
Brother you go and bet all your dough
Sister you know
That aingt no one but Bo
Oh Bojangles of Harlem
You dance such hot stuff
Young folks love you in Harlem
They say you've got stuff
Tough guys rumba out of poolrooms
And kids start trucking out of schoolrooms
Oh Bojangles of Harlem
The whole town's at your heels
Leaving their flats
Missing their meals
Running like rats
Going astray
Throw those long legs away