Gimme A Pig Foot And A Bottle Of Beer

(spoken:
Twenty-five cents?
Ha! No! No!
I wouldnt pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere cause listen here)
Up in Harlem evry Saturday night when the high -browns git together its 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
Just at the break of day you can hear old Hannah say,
'Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer'
Send me gate
I dont care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink because hes bringin me down
Hes 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 wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me cause I dont care
Slay me cause I dont care
Gimme a reefer and a gang o gin
Slay me, cause Im in my sin
Slay me cause Im full of gin
Check all your razors and your guns
Do the
Shim-sham shimmy
Till the risin sun