| 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 hes bringing me down
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| Hes 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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| Were 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 dont care
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| I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
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| Send me daddy, move right in Feel just like I wanna shop
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| Give the piano player a drink
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| Because hes knocking me out
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| Hes 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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| Were 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 dont care
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| I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer |