Gimme a Pigfoot and a Bottle of Beer

Up in Harlem, every Saturday night Where the highbrows get together It′s just too right They all congregate and all night hop And what they do is, ooh boppa dap Ol' Hammer Brown from way across town Gets full of corn and starts bringing them down And at the break of day You can hear ol′ Hammer 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 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 all your guns We′re gonna be arrested when the wagon comes Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'cause I don′t care I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin Send me a daddy, move right in I feel just like I wanna shout Give the piano player a drink Because he's knocking me out He′s got rhythm when he stomps his feet He moves me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns Do the hucklebuckle to the rising sun Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin Move me, 'cause I′m in my sin Gimme a pigfoot And a bottle of beer