Gimme A Pigfoot

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
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 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