Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:

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

Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…

When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar

Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored

God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise

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

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

Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill