Bobby Short - Gimme a Pigfoot Lyrics

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Gimme a Pigfoot

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What Are The Lyrics For Gimme a Pigfoot By Bobby Short?
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'Cause listen here Up in Harlem every Saturday night When the highbrows get together its just too tight They all congregates at an all night strut And what they do is tut-tut-tut Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down Just at the break of day You can hear old Hannah say Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'gain, I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringin' me down! He's gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h! When he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'cause I don't care Play me 'cause I don't care Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'gain, I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringin' me down He's got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h! 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 risin' sun Give me a reefer and a gang o' gin Play me 'cause I'm in my sin Play me 'cause I'm full of gin |
Who Wrote Gimme a Pigfoot By Bobby Short?
Wesley Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The Gimme a Pigfoot By Bobby Short?The duration of Gimme a Pigfoot is 2:11 minutes and seconds. |
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