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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 too tight, |
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they all congregates at an all night strut 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 shim-sham shimmy till the risin' sun |