Hey, Joe.
What do you mean, Joe?
My name's Roy.
Well, come here, Roy, and get groovy.
You been uptown?
No, I ain't been uptown, but I've been around.
You mean to say you ain't been uptown?
No, I ain't been uptown.
What's uptown?
If it's pleasure you're about
And you feel like stepping out
Oh, you've got to shout it
Let me up, uptown
If it's rhythm that you feel
Then it's nothing to conceal
Oh, you've got to feel it Let me up, uptown
Rib joint,
juke joint,
hip joint Where could a fella go to top it?
If you want to pitch a ball And you can't afford a haul
Oh, you've got to call it Let me up,
uptown
Anita,
oh,
Anita Say, I feel something.
What you feel, Roy?
The heat?
No, it must be that uptown rhythm.
I feel like
blowing.
Well, blow,
Roy, blow.