Em'ralds on my bracelets, diamonds on my ring
A Riviera Chateau, and a lot of other things
And I'm blue, so blue, and I
Lots of ready money
In several diff'rent banks
I counted it this morning, it's about a million francs
But I'm blue, so blue, and I know why

I've got

Harlem on my mind
And I'm longing to be lowdown
'Cause my "parlez-vous" will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind

I've been wined, and I've been dined
And I'm heading for a showdown
'Cause I can't go on from dusk to dawn
With Harlem on my mind

I got a supper with a French Marquis
Each evening after the show
My lips begin to whisper "Mon Cheri"
But my heart keeps jumpin'
"Hi-de-ho"
I've become too damn refined
And each night I hate to go down
To the high-falutin' flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind

[Well, it can be tiresome, you'know?]

[Nobody said it was all glamour]

And when when I'm sitting in my marble tower
Each evening after the show
I get to thinking about that cotton jug
'n' my heart keeps jumpin'
"Hi-de-ho"

Honey,[?] I've got Harlem on my mind
And each night, I'd hate to go down
To that flat with fifty million Frenchmen tagging behind!
With Harlem on my mind