Doin' the Uptown Lowdown (with The Dorsey Brothers Orchestra)

Miss Bailey, you sure look righteous
 Out of my way, Chica, I feel righteous
 Where are you going? Uptown?
 Yeah, boy, taste the lowdown (ooh-wee!)
 Where do we get that music that puts that swing so hot in us?
 Where is life, never dull, hum-drum or monotonous?
 Hop a subway, hop a cab
 Shoot right up to Harlem
 Where the population
 Found a new sensation
 Screen celebs and stage satellites
 Social debs and high hat-ellites
 Masses, classes, doin' the uptown lowdown
 Where they spend their semolians
 Just to watch those creolians
 Skippin', hippin', doin' the uptown lowdown
 You'll find laughter after midnight
 That's their play-time
 Hi-de-hay time
 What price? Yeah, man
 Bankers with their cinderellatives
 List'ning to those hot hi-yellatives
 Up in Harlem, doin' the uptown lowdown
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 Screen celebs and state sattelites
 Social debs and high-hatelites
 Masses, classes
 Doin' the uptown lowdown
 Where they spend their semolians
 Just to watch those Creolians
 Skippin', hippin'
 Doin' the uptown lowdown
 You'll find laugher after midnight
 That's their play time
 Hi-de-hay time
 What price? Yeah, man
 Bankers with their cinderellatives
 List'ning to those hot hi-yellatives
 Up in, Harlem
 Doin' the uptown lowdown
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 Well, uh, how was it, uptown?
 Well, it was no, uh, bring down
 Did you, uh, him swing down?
 Yeah, but it wouldn't mean a thing down here