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| Twenty-five cents?
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| Ha! |
| No! |
| No!
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| I wouldn’t pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'cause listen here)
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| Up in Harlem ev’ry Saturday night when the high-browns git together it’s just
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| too tight,
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| They all congregates at an all night
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| Strut
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| And what they do is tut-tut-tut
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| Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down
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| Just at the break of day you can hear old Hannah say,
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| «Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer»
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| Send me gate
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| I don’t care
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| I feel just like I wanna clown
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| Give the piano player a drink because he’s bringin' me down
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| He’s got rhythm, yeah!
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| When he stomps his feet, he sends me right off to sleep
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| Check all your razors and your guns
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| We gonna be rasslin' when the wagon comes
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| I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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| Send me 'cause I don’t care
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| Slay me 'cause I don’t care
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| Gimme a reefer and a gang o' gin
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| Slay me, 'cause I’m in my sin
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| Slay me 'cause I’m full of gin
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| Check all your razors and your guns
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| Do the
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| Shim-sham shimmy
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| Till the risin' sun |