
Date of issue: 02.10.2012
Song language: English
Let Me Off Uptown (New York) |
Hey Joe |
What d’ya mean Joe, My name’s Roy |
Well come here Roy and get groovy |
You bin uptown? |
No I ain’t bin uptown but I’ve bin around |
You mean to say you ain’t bin uptown? |
No I ain’t bin uptown, what’s uptown? |
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 |
Anita, oh Anita, say I feel somethin' |
Whatcha feel Roy? |
The heat? |
No it must be that uptown rhythm |
I feel like blowin' |
Well blow Roy, blow. |