| Emeralds in my bracelets, diamonds in my rings | 
| A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things | 
| And I’m blue, so blue am I | 
| Lots of ready money in seven different banks | 
| I counted up this morning, it was 'bout a million francs | 
| And I’m blue, so blue and I know why | 
| I’ve got Harlem on my mind | 
| And I’m longin' to be lowdown | 
| And my, 'Parlez-vous' will not ring true | 
| With Harlem on my mind | 
| I’ve been dined and I’ve been wined | 
| But I’m headin' for a showdown | 
| 'Cause I can’t go on from night to dawn | 
| With Harlem on my mind | 
| I go to supper with a French Marquis | 
| Each evening after the show | 
| My lips begin to whisper, «Mon Cheri» | 
| But my heart keeps singin', «Hi-de-ho» | 
| I’ve become too damned refined | 
| And at night, I hate to go down | 
| To that high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendl designed | 
| With Harlem on my mind | 
| I’ve got Harlem on my mind | 
| And I’m longing to be lowdown | 
| And my, 'Parlez-vous' will not ring true | 
| With Harlem on my mind | 
| I’ve been dined and I’ve been wined | 
| But sure as your born, I’m headin' for a showdown | 
| 'Cause I can’t go on from night to dawn | 
| With Harlem on my mind | 
| And when I’m bathing in my marble tub | 
| Each evening after the show | 
| I get to thinkin' 'bout that Cotton Club | 
| And my heart starts chirpin', «Hi-de-ho», help me | 
| I’ve been too damned refined | 
| And at night, I hate to go down | 
| To that flat with fifty million Frenchmen taggin' behind | 
| With Harlem on my mind |