In Spanish Harlem Feat. Faith Jones With Brett Harris by Chris Stamey Lyrics

Kenny Burrell doesn't know how to play out of tune
The orchestra swells across 5th Avenue
Hal Blaine hits the drums so hard
You forget just where you are
In Spanish Harlem
In Spanish Harlem
Look at the moon
It looks like it's hand painted blue
Look at the time
There's nothing that we couldn't do
As the train conductor says
"The next stop's straight ahead
In Spanish Harlem"
In Spanish Harlem
Wait for me
I've waited all my life
To see the streets
Of Spanish Harlem
Wait for me
I've waited all my life
To see the streets
Of Spanish Harlem
As the castanets repeat
We'll be walking down the streets
Of Spanish Harlem
Kenny Burrell doesn't know how to play out of tune
In come the Shirelles from a party at Riverview
And we've never laughed so hard
As we walk past the freight yard
In Spanish Harlem
In Spanish Harlem
Wait for me
I've waited all my life
To see the streets
Of Spanish Harlem
Wait for me
I've waited all my life
To see the streets
Of Spanish Harlem
As the castanets repeat
We'll be walking down the streets
Of Spanish Harlem