Gimme a Pigfoot and a Bottle of Beer (Live)

Oh, ho! Up in Harlem every Saturday night
Highbrows get together just to ride
They all congregated in all-night huts
What they do, fools pop a dot

Ol' Hannah Brown, way across town
Gets full of corn and starts bringing them down
And at the break of day you can hear ol' Hannah say

Gimme Pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me a daddy, I don't care
Feel just like I wanna fly

Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down
He's got rhythm when he stomps his feet
Moves me straight off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We're gonna get arrested when the wagon comes

Gimme Pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me a 'cause, I don't care
Oh, ho! Irving Green!
Pigfoot!

Don't get too fat!

Ralph Moore on the stage! Ralph Moore!

Gimme Pigfoot and a bottle of gin, ah, ha
Move me daddy, move right in
Feel just like I wanna fly

Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down
He's got rhythm when he stomps his feet
Moves me straight off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We're gonna get arrested when the wagon comes

Gimme Pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me a cause, I don't care
I want a Pigfoot
A bottle of beer, ooh

Thank you very much!
Thank you very much!
Can I wander a little bit more and be with you?
You wanna go too far?



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley A. Wilson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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