Lyrics:

Up in Harlem every Saturday night
Where the highbrows get together
It's just too right
They all congregate and all night hop

And what they do is Ooh boppa dap
Ole Hanna Brown from way across town
Gets full of corn and starts
Bringing them down

And at the break of day
You can hear ole Hanna say
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me a gate I don't care

Feel just like I want to clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringing me down
He's got rhythm yeah, when he stamps his feet

He sends me right off to sleep
Cheek all your razors and all 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
I feel just like I want to shout
Give the piano player a drink

Because he's knocking me out
He's got rhythm when he stamps his feet
He moves me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns

Do the hueklebuck until the rising sun
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Move me, 'cause I'm in my sin
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer