Lyrics:

McDonald

Glorious! Breathtaking! Spectacular! Relax in the grandeur of America's yesteryear. Harlem, land of enchanting contrasts. Where the romantic past touches hands with the exciting present. First, the pleasure of being received with warmth and genuine hospitality. Then, the easy adjustment to the comfort and style of superb meals, exotic beverages, colorful entertainment and dynamite action. Doing all the wonderful things that wonderful vacations are made of — at wonderful savings, too. Yes, come to Harlem, the happy meeting ground for families with large wants and small budgets
See colorful Harlem in New York City
Come treat yourselves: some grits and barbecue
Bring the family to Harlem in New York City
For a summer of fun dancing to the rhythm & blues
And if you're lookin' for the action, this summer is your chance
All the black folks are just dyin' to watch you sing and dance
In carefree Harlem, that's New York City
Where every soulful spade has a serenade just for you
Well, hi baby, how are you doing today ?
How d'you do man, I ain't feeling so good, you know
What's the matter, boy ?
Well, I was sitting around the house, you know, and me and my old lady sat down almost to get — all ready to have a good meal of watermelon and hominy grits ...
Yeah, sounds good
... sittin down, they were showing a whole bunch of re-runs of the Amos and Andy Show, you know ...
My favorite program
... When the TV blew up right in the middle of the program, man
Yeah well, what did you do, man ?
Well, what does it look like I did man ? I came outside and ran into you, jerk!
Well, I tell ya everything is blowin' up these days: TV's, ghettos, you know it's gettin' kinda rough, he he he!
Ya, they even made a movie out of it
What d'they call it ?
Blow Up
Hell, that's pretty funny, hey hey!
Well, it looks like I'll be shufflin' off, y'know
Ya, well, with all that natural rhythm, you can probably shuffle pretty good
Discover glorious Harlem in New York City
There's thrills and chills in the land of Rhythm and Blues
Bring the family to Harlem in New York City
You'll have fun in the sun doing what the black folks do
And every little pickaninny wears a great big grin
Just hanging 'round waitin' for some white folks to drop in
But if you can't go to Harlem, that's New York City
Maybe you'll be lucky and Harlem will come to you
Um, gowwa, buwanna