Gimme a Pigfoot

Twenty-five cents?

No, honey

I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere

Listen here

Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night

When the highbrows get together it's just too tight

They all congregate at the all-night strut

And what they do is tut-tut-tut

Old Hannah Brown from way 'cross town

Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down

Just at the break of day

You can hear old Hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot, yeah, and a bottle of beer

Send me 'gain, I don't care

I feel just like I wanna clown

Give the piano player a drink

Because he's bringin' me down

He's gotta rhythm, yeah!, when he stomps his feet

He sends me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns

We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes

I wanna pigfoot, oh, and a bottle of beer

Send me 'cause I don't care

Slay me 'cause I don't care

Oh, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me 'gain, I don't care

I feel just like I wanna clown

Give the piano player a drink

Because he's bringin' me down

He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet

He sends me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns

Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sun

I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me 'cause I don't care

Slay me 'cause I don't care