There's a Boy in Harlem

There's a Boy in Harlem - Mildred Bailey/Red Norvo and His Orchestra

There's a boy in Harlem

And he writes all the songs

Manhattan belongs to him

Oh he won't leave Harlem

But his tunes get about

He pounds them out

When the lights are dim

Though his clothes are sloppy

The boy has earned a good pile

All the writers copy

This person in the woodpile

Oh he lives for pleasure

He's it no one's employ

And Harlem lives for it's Harlem boy