Published March 1938. Introduced by Jeni Le Gon

VERSE
There's a new dark music by a new dark man,
And he writes his symphonies in black and tan.
All his rhythms "send you,"
Other songs are tame
But the outside world has never heard his name.
Oh!

REFRAIN

There's a boy in Harlem
And he writes all the songs.
Manhattan belongs to him.
Oh, he won't leave Harlem,
But his tunes get about.
He pounds them out
When the lights are dim.
Though his clothes are sloppy
The boy has earned a good pile.
All the writers copy
This lerson in the woodpile.
Oh, he lives for pleasure,
He's it no one's employ.
And Harlem lives for its Harlem boy!

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