(Spoken)
Anita: "Hey Joe."
Roy: "What d'ya mean Joe, my name's Roy."
Anita: "Well come here Roy and get groovy. You bin uptown?"
Roy: "No I ain't bin uptown, but I've bin around."
Anita: "You mean to say you ain't bin uptown?"
Roy: "No, I ain't bin uptown. What's uptown?"
(Sung)
Anita: If it's pleasure you're about
And you feel like steppin' out
All you've got to shout is
Let me off uptown
If it's rhythm that you feel
Then it's nothing to conceal
Oh, you've got to spiel it
Let me off uptown
Rib joints, juke joints, hep joints
Where could a fella go to top it
If you want to pitch a ball
And you can't afford a hall
All you've got to call is
Let me off uptown
(Spoken)
Roy: "Anita, oh Anita, say I feel somethin'."
Anita: "Whatcha feel, Roy? The heat?"
Roy: "No, it must be that uptown rhythm. I feel like blowin'."
Anita: "Well blow, Roy, blow."
(Roy's trumpet finishes)