I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here.....
Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night
When the highbrows get 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 'gain, 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 gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
When he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes
I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care
Play me 'cause I don't care
(Trumpet Solo)
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'gain, 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, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
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 o' gin
Play me 'cause I'm in my sin
Play me 'cause I'm full of gin
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'Cause listen here..... Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night When the highbrows get 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 'gain, 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 gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h! When he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'cause I don't care Play me 'cause I don't care (Trumpet Solo) Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'gain, 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, Y-e-e-a-a-h! 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 o' gin Play me 'cause I'm in my sin Play me 'cause I'm full of gin Explain Request ×
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