Up in Harlem
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every saturday night
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Were the highbrows
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get together, just to write
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They all congregate at
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an allnite hack
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What they do is ooh papa dah
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Ol' Hannah Brown, way down town
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Gets full of corn
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and starts brining 'em down
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And at the break of day
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You can hear ol' Hannah say
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Gimme a pigfoot
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and a bottle of beer
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Send me daddy, move right down
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I feel just like I wanna clown
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Give the piano player a drink
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Because he's bringing me down
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He's got rhythm,
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when he stomps his feet
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He moves me right off to sleep
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Check all your razors
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and your guns
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We're gonna be arrested when
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the wagon comes Gimme a pigfoot
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and a bottle of beer
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Send me 'cause I don't care
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Send me 'cause I don't care
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<Interlude>
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Gimme a pigfoot
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and a bottle of beer
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Send me 'cause I don't care
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Feel just like I wanna shop
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Give the piano player a drink
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Because he's knocking me out
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He's got rhythm
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when he stomps his feet
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He moves me right off to sleep
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Check all your razors
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and your guns
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We're gonna do the huckabuck
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until the rising sun
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Gimme a pigfoot
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and a bottle of gin
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Send me 'cause I don't care
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Send me 'cause I don't care
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Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle of Beer)
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| Cleo Laine |
