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 oop -wop -a -dop
Old Hannah Brown
from way across town
Gets full of corn and starts
breaking up down
And at the break of day
You can hear old Hannah say
Give me a Bigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me a gig, I don't care
I feel just like I wanna shout
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
Check all your razors and your guns
We're gonna be arrested
when the waggon comes
Give me a pig foot and a body of beer
Send me calls, I don't care
I want a reefer and a gang of jibs
Send me daddy, move right in
I feel just like I want a child
Give the piano player a drink
because he's knocking me out
He's got rhythm, yeah
When he stomps his feet,
he moves me right up to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
Do the huckle buck until the rising sun
Give me a pig foot and a bottle of gin
Move me cause I'm in my seat
Give me a paper, paper
an d a bottle of beer