| Up in Harlem ev’ry Saturday night
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| When the highbrows get together its just too tight
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| They all congregates at an all night strut
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| And what they do is tut-tut-tut
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| Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town
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| Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down
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| Just at the break of day
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| You can hear old Hannah say
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| Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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| Send me 'gain, 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
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| Because he’s bringin' me down!
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| He’s gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
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| When he stomps his feet
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| 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 'rested 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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| Play me 'cause I don’t care
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| (Trumpet Solo)
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| Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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| Send me 'gain, 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
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| Because he’s bringin' me down
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| He’s got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h!
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| When he stomps his feet
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| He sends me right off to sleep
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| Check all your razors and your guns
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| Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sun
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| Give me a reefer and a gang o' gin
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| Play me 'cause I’m in my sin
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| Play me 'cause I’m full of gin |