歌曲 | Bojangles Of Harlem |
歌手 | Fred Astaire |
专辑 | Top Hat: Hits From Hollywood |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(from "Swing Time") | |
Ask anyone up Harlem way | |
Who that guy Bojangles is | |
They may not know who’s President | |
But ask ‘em who Bojangles is. | |
He’s in the most entrancin’ business | |
It’s what they call the “dancin’ business” | |
When there’s a beat, up on the street | |
Brother, you go and bet all your dough | |
Sister, you know that ain’t 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 truckin’ 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. |
from " Swing Time" | |
Ask anyone up Harlem way | |
Who that guy Bojangles is | |
They may not know who' s President | |
But ask ' em who Bojangles is. | |
He' s in the most entrancin' business | |
It' s what they call the " dancin' business" | |
When there' s a beat, up on the street | |
Brother, you go and bet all your dough | |
Sister, you know that ain' t 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 truckin' 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. |
from " Swing Time" | |
Ask anyone up Harlem way | |
Who that guy Bojangles is | |
They may not know who' s President | |
But ask ' em who Bojangles is. | |
He' s in the most entrancin' business | |
It' s what they call the " dancin' business" | |
When there' s a beat, up on the street | |
Brother, you go and bet all your dough | |
Sister, you know that ain' t 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 truckin' 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. |