Up in Harlem every saturday night
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Were the highbrows get together, just to write
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They all congregate at an allnite hack
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What they do is ooh papa dah
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Ol' Hannah Brown, way cross town
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Gets full of corn 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 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, when he stomps his feet
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He moves me right off to sleep
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Check all your razors and your guns
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We're gonna be arrested when the wagon comes
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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Send me 'cause I don't care
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I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
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Send me daddy, move right in
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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 when he stomps his feet
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He moves me right off to sleep
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Check all your razors and your guns
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We're gonna do the huckabuck until the rising sun
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
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Move me 'cause I don't care
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I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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Gimme A Pigfoot And A Bottle Of Beer
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| Diana Ross |
