To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening

I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that

When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left

Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,

My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a

'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!