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Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday nightWhen the highbrows get together its just too tightThey all congregates at an all night strutAnd what they do is tut-tut-tutOld Hannah Brown from 'cross townGets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em downJust at the break of dayYou can hear old Hannah sayGimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beerSend me 'gain, I don't careI feel just like I wanna clownGive the piano player a drinkBecause he's bringin' me down!He's gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!When he stomps his feetHe sends me right off to sleepCheck all your razors and your gunsWe gonna be 'rested when the wagon comesI wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beerSend me 'cause I don't careSongtextePlay me 'cause I don't careGimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beerSend me 'gain, I don't careI feel just like I wanna clownGive the piano player a drinkBecause he's bringin' me downHe's got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!When he stomps his feetHe sends me right off to sleepCheck all your razors and your gunsDo the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sunGive me a reefer and a gang o' ginPlay me 'cause I'm in my sinPlay me 'cause I'm full of gin
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"Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle of Beer)" as written by Wesley Wilson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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