Em’ralds in my bracelets and diamonds in my rings
A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things
And I’m blue, so blue am I
Lots of ready money in seven diff’rent banks
I counted up this morning, it’s about a million francs
And I’m blue, so blue, and I know why
I’ve got Harlem on my mind
I’ve a longing to be lowdown
And my «parlez-vous» will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind
I’ve been wined and I’ve been dined
But I’m heading for a showdown
'Cause I can’t go on from night to dawn
With Harlem on my mind
I go to supper with a French Marquis
Each evening after the show
My lips begin to whisper «Mon Cheri»
But my heart keeps singing «Hi-de-ho»
I’ve become too darn refined
And at night I hate to go down
To the high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind