Anita: Hey Joe Roy: What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy Anita: Well come here Roy and get groovy You bin uptown? Roy: No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around Anita: You mean to say you ain't bin uptown? Roy: no I ain't bin uptown, what's uptown?
Anita: If it's pleasure you're about And you feel like steppin' out All you've got to shout is Let me off uptown
If it's rhythm that you feel Then it's nothing to conceal Oh, you've got to spiel it Let me off uptown
Rib joints, juke joints, hep joints Where could a fella go to top it
If you want to pitch a ball And you can't afford a hall All you've got to call is Let me off uptown
Roy: Anita, oh Anita, say I feel somethin' Anita: Whatcha feel Roy? The heat? Roy: No it must be that uptown rhythm I feel like blowin' Anita: Well blow Roy, blow.