Harlem/Cold Baloney Lyrics

Summer night in Harlem, Man it's really hot! Well it's too hot to sleep, I'm too poor to eat. I don't care if I die or not!

Winter night in Harlem, oh ho radiator won't get hot, well, the mean ole landlord he don't care if i freeze to death or not!

Saturday night in Harlem, AHH ever'ry thing's alright. You can really swing and shake your pretty thing, the parties are out of sight.

Sunday morning here in Harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up. AH,the hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up.

Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher to the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin, cheatin man..

Ah Saturday night in Harlem, Hey, hey ever'ry thing's alright. You can really swang and shake your pretty thang, the parties are out of sight.

Sunday morning here in Harlem now eve'ry body's all dressed up. AH,the hip folks gettin home from the party and the good folks just got up.

Our crooked delegation wants a donation to send the preacher to the holy land hey hey lawd honey don't give your money to that lyin, cheatin man..


Cold Baloney, and I'm home by myself.
Well I'm five years old, and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin' steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy, but I'm gonna wait till my mama comes
Well if the rich folks don't eat up all that good meat,
Mama's gonna brings me some.

Talking about that cold baloney, mayonaise, and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney, you know I would have been dead.
Poor mama, she sure looks tired
She said "what you eatin' son?"
"I believe that cold baloney sandwich looks good.
Would you please fix you mama one?"

Talking about cold baloney, mayonaise, and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney, you know I would have been dead
Baloney was good enough for my father, good enough for my mother
That baloney saved me and my brother
Cold baloney, mayonaise, and bread