[Whispered introduction - unaccompanied for first four bars.]  You're looking to win it, And not taking it in,   Uppers give heart  impotence but don't tell you anything,   People are   saying "You're losing your   feel,"     Pretend you don't   hear. Holed up in white   Harlem, Your conscience and   you, You might need    sympathy but that's not what I'd tell   you, Your winning  day's long a - go, Don't let it show,   Pretend you don't   know Walking on   marble, It's scorching your   feet, How can this small-  town big-shot boy get enough to    eat, People are  saying "You're losing your  feel,"   Pretend you don't   hear. Holed up in white   Harlem, Your conscience and   you, You might need    sympathy but that's not what I'd tell   you, Your winning  day's long a - go, Don't let it show,   Pretend you don't   know               Don't come any closer,     Don't come any closer,     Don't come any closer.       Hoping to   win it, Can't quite take it   in, Penthouse cel -   ebrity, yes, but watch what you    eat, People are  saying "You're losing your  feel,"   Pretend you don't   hear. Holed up in white   Harlem, Your conscience and   you, You just need    sympathy but that's not what I'd tell   you, Your winning  day's long a - go - oh - oh, Don't let it show,   Pretend you don't   know Looking to win it, Why not take it in.       (Rowland/Blythe/Saunders)