Spanish Harlem Incident (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 1964)

[Verse 1]

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem

Cannot hold you to its heat

Your temperature's too hot for taming

Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street

I am homeless, come and take me

Into the reach of your rattlin' drums

Let me know, babe, all about my fortune

Down along my restless palms

[Verse 2]

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed

I have fallen far beneath

Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing

And your clashing diamond teeth

The night is pitch black, come and make my

Pale face fit into place, ah, please

Let me know, babe, will you surround me?

If it's you my lifelines trace

[Verse 3]

I been wondering all about me

Ever since I seen you there

On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding

I know I'm around you but I don't know where

You have slayed me, you have made me

I got to laugh half ways off my heels

I got to know, babe, if it's you I'm wanting

So I can know if I am really real