Gimme a Pigfoot and a Bottle of Beer

Twenty-five cents, ha, no, no I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go nowhere 'Cause listen here Up in Harlem every Saturday night When the highbrows get together, it's just too tight They all congregate at an all night strut And what they do is tut, tut, tut Oh Hannah Brown from 'cross town Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down And at the break of day You can hear ol' 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 got rhythm, yeah when he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns We gonna be arrested when the wagon comes I want a 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 reaper and a gang of gin Play me 'cause I'm in my sin Blame me 'cause I'm full of gin