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 congregates 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 a-gate; 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

We gonna be rasslin' when the wagon comes

I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me 'cause I don't care

Slay me 'cause I don't care

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me a-gate; 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

Give me a reefer and a gang of gin

Slay me 'cause I'm in my sin

Slay me 'cause I'm full of gin