| Up in Harlem every Saturday night
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| Where the highbrows get together
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| It’s just too right
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| They all congregate and all night hop
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| And what they do is Ooh boppa dap
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| Ole Hanna Brown from way across town
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| Gets full of corn and starts
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| Bringing them down
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| And at the break of day
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| You can hear ole Hanna say
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| Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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| Send me a gate I don’t care
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| Feel just like I want to 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 yeah, when he stamps his feet
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| He sends me right off to sleep
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| Cheek all your razors and all 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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| I feel just like I want to shout
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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 stamps 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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| Do the hueklebuck until the rising sun
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| Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
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| Move me, 'cause I’m in my sin
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| Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer |