Радио в квартире Карло в главе «Приятного аппетита!».
Just take a look at Harlem after sundown Any time you choose It's hard to find the people feeling run down There's no time for blues
If you don't know just what to really do Just take a walk along the avenue You'll hear the sounds come a-floatin' through Along about midnight
They close the windows and they dim the light To hide their doings from a stranger's sight Everything is going right Long about midnight
Pianos tinkle and the couples sway Taking the pleasures they find They don't care how they live by day Why not leave trouble behind?
They're not pretending like the hoy falloy They really mean it; it's the real McCoy They turn an ounce of booze into a pound of joy Long about midnight