| All of Harlem’s in a rage
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| And not from blowing gage
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| They’ve got some new-type menace
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| Up there!
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| He just blew into town
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| He’s slim and coffee brown
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| His trademark is the call that fills the air
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| But Harlemites, don’t take alarm
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| He really doesn’t mean you harm
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| He’s only loaded up with jungle charm
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| No trees about
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| But listen to him shout:
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| Wooooooah!
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| He’s the Tarzan of Harlem
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| (He's the Tarzan of Harlem)
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| Big gals and small
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| All answer to his call:
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| Wooooooah!
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| He’s the Tarzan of Harlem
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| (He's the Tarzan of Harlem)
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| Instead of swinging from the trees
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| He swings around the old Savoy
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| Romancing all those chickadees
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| With a hey and a floy-floy-floy
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| He just can’t miss
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| He kills them with a kiss
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| And if some nights you hear a roar
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| And someone’s breaking down a door
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| That’s just a way to ask
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| For more, wooooooah!
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| He just can’t miss
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| He kills them with a kiss
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| He’s the Tarzan of Harlem |