long about midnight

Cab Calloway

Just take a look at Harlem after sundown,
Any time you choose;
It s hard to find the people feeling run-down;
There s no time for blues.

If you don t know just what to really do
Just take a walk along the avenue;
You ll hear the sounds come a-floatin through
Along about midnight.

They close the windows and they dim the light
To hide their doings from a stranger s sight;
Everything is going right,
Long about midnight.

Pianos tinkle, and the couples sway,
Taking the pleasures they find,
They don t care how they live by day,
Why not leave trouble behind?

They re not pretending like the hoy-falloy;
They really mean it; it s the real McCoy.
They turn an ounce of booze into a pound of joy,
Long about midnight!