Lyrics Gimme A Pigfoot - Abbey Lincoln

Gimme A Pigfoot

Up in Harlem ev’ry Saturday night
When the highbrows get together its just too tight
They all congregates at an all night strut
And what they do is tut-tut-tut
Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town
Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down
Just at the break of day
You can hear old Hannah say
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'gain, I don’t care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he’s bringin' me down!
He’s gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
When he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes
I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don’t care
Play me 'cause I don’t care
(Trumpet Solo)
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'gain, I don’t care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he’s bringin' me down
He’s got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
When he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sun
Give me a reefer and a gang o' gin
Play me 'cause I’m in my sin
Play me 'cause I’m full of gin