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

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

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