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Up in Harlem every Saturday night |
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Were the highbrows get together, just to write |
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They all congregate at an allnite hack |
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What they do is ooh papa dah |
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Ol' Hannah Brown, way cross town |
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Gets full of corn and starts brining 'em down |
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And at the break of day |
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You can hear ol' Hannah say |
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer |
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Send me daddy, move right down |
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I feel just like I wanna 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, when he stomps 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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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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Feel just like I wanna shop |
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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 stomps 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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We're gonna do the huckabuck until the rising sun |
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin |
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Move me 'cause I don't care |
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I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer |