Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle of Beer)
Twenty-five cents? Ha! No! No!
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'cause listen here
Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the high-browns get together it's just too tight
They all congregate at an all night strut
And what they do is tut-tut-tut
Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town
Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down
Yes, at the break of day
You can hear old Hannah say
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me again, I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing 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 rasslin' when the wagon comes
I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care
Blame me 'cause I don't care
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me again, I don't care,
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing 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 rising sun
Give me a reefer and a gang of gin
Play me 'cause I'm in my sin
Blame me 'cause I'm full of gin