Gimme a Pigfoot Songtext
von Bessie Smith
Gimme a Pigfoot Songtext
Twenty-five cents, ha, no, no
I wouldn′t pay twenty-five cents to go nowhere
'Cause listen here
Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the highbrows get together, it′s just too tight
They all congregate at an all night strut
And what they do is tut, tut, tut
Oh Hannah Brown from 'cross town
Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down
And at the break of day
You can hear ol′ 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 got 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 want a 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
I wouldn′t pay twenty-five cents to go nowhere
'Cause listen here
Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the highbrows get together, it′s just too tight
They all congregate at an all night strut
And what they do is tut, tut, tut
Oh Hannah Brown from 'cross town
Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down
And at the break of day
You can hear ol′ 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 got 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 want a 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
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