Gimme a Pigfoot

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 way '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 I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'cause I don't care. Send me 'cause I don't care.