Mabel Mercer
Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle of Beer)
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, noI wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere'Cause listen hereUp in Harlem ev'ry Saturday nightWhen the highbrows get together its just too tightThey all congregates at an all night strutAnd what they do is tut-tut-tutOld Hannah Brown from 'cross townGets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em downJust at the break of dayYou can hear old Hannah sayGimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beerSend me 'gain, I don't careI feel just like I wanna clownGive the piano player a drinkBecause he's bringin' me down!He's gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!When he stomps his feetHe sends me right off to sleepCheck all your razors and your gunsWe gonna be 'rested when the wagon comesI wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beerSend me 'cause I don't careLetras de cancionesPlay me 'cause I don't careGimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beerSend me 'gain, I don't careI feel just like I wanna clownGive the piano player a drinkBecause he's bringin' me downHe's got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!When he stomps his feetHe sends me right off to sleepCheck all your razors and your gunsDo the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sunGive me a reefer and a gang o' ginPlay me 'cause I'm in my sinPlay me 'cause I'm full of gin
From Letras Mania