Gimme A Pigfoot - Abbey Lincoln

Up in Harlem ev’ry 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

(Trumpet Solo)

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