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