Gimme a Pigfoot and a Bottle of Beer Billie Holiday

[Verse 1]
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-dop"
Ole Hanna Brown from way 'cross town
Gets full of corn and starts bringing 'em down
And at the break of day
You can hear old Hanna say

[Verse 2]
"Give me a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me, gate, I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringing me down
He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Cheek all your razors and your guns
We're gonna be arrested when the wagon comes
Give me a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care

[Verse 3]
I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Send me, daddy, move right in
I feel just like I wanna shout
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
Do the hucklebuck until the rising sun
Give me a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Move me, 'cause I'm in my sin