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Wesley 'sox' wilson |
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Up in harlem every saturday night |
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Where the highbrows get together |
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It's just too right |
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They all congregate and all night hop |
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And what they do is ooh boppa dap |
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Ole hanna brown from way across town |
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Gets full of corn and starts |
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Bringing them down |
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And at the break of day |
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You can hear ole hanna say |
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer |
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Send me a gate i don't care |
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Feel just like i wanna clown |
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Give the piano player a drink |
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Because he's bringing me down |
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He's got rhythm yeah, when he stamps his feet |
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He sends me right off to sleep |
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Cheek all your razors and all your guns |
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We're gonna be arrested when the wagon comes |
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer |
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Send me cause i don't care |
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I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin |
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Send me daddy move right in |
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I feel just like i wanna shout |
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Give the piano player a drink |
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Because he's knocking me out |
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He's got rhythm when he stamps his feet |
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He moves me right off to sleep |
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Check all your razors and your guns |
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Do the hueklebuck until the rising sun |
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin |
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Move me, 'cause i'm in my sin |
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Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer |