(W. Wilson)

Up in Harlem every saturday night

Were the highbrows get together, just to write

They all congregate at an allnite hack

What they do is ooh papa dah

Ol' Hannah Brown, way cross town

Gets full of corn and starts brining 'em down

And at the break of day

You can hear ol' Hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me daddy, move right down

I feel just like I wanna clown

Give the piano player a drink

Because he's bringing me down

He's got rhythm, when he stomps his feet

He moves me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns

We're gonna be arrested when the wagon comes

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me 'cause I don't care

I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin

Send me daddy, move right in

Feel just like I wanna shop

Give the piano player a drink

Because he's knocking me out

He's got rhythm when he stomps his feet

He moves me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns

We're gonna do the huckabuck until the rising sun

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin

Move me 'cause I don't care

I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer