Song parody of
Gimme a Pigfoot
by Bessie Smith
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Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the highbrows get together it's just so right
They all congregate at an all night hop
And what they do is oo bop bee dap
Oh Hannah Brown from way cross town
Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down
And at the break of day
You can hear old Hannah say
'Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me again, I don't care, I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down
He's gotta rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We gonna be arrested when the wagon comes
I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care, blame me 'cause I don't care
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me again, I don't care, I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down
He's got rhythm, yeah, 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 rising sun
Give me a reaper and a gang of gin
Play me 'cause I'm in my sin, blame me 'cause I'm full of gin
Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the highbrows get together it's just so right
They all congregate at an all night hop
And what they do is oo bop bee dap
Oh Hannah Brown from way cross town
Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down
And at the break of day
You can hear old Hannah say
'Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me again, I don't care, I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down
He's gotta rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We gonna be arrested when the wagon comes
I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care, blame me 'cause I don't care
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me again, I don't care, I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down
He's got rhythm, yeah, 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 rising sun
Give me a reaper and a gang of gin
Play me 'cause I'm in my sin, blame me 'cause I'm full of gin
