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Oh hannah brown from way cross town, i feel just like i wanna clown
and at the break of day
Send me again, give the piano player a drink because he s bringing me down
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer, check all your razors and your guns
Check all your razors and your guns, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer, play me cause i m in my sin
he s got rhyme
Up in harlem every saturday night, oh hannah brown from way cross town
you can hear ol hannah say
Give me a reefer and a gang of gin, blame me cause i don t care Bessie, send me again
They all congregate at an all night hop, blame me cause i m full of gin. Smith, he s gotta rhyme
They all congregate at an all night hop, oh hannah brown from way cross town
They all congregate at an all night hop, he s got rhyme
i don t care
I feel just like i wanna clown, he s got rhyme Gimme, he s got rhyme
You can hear ol hannah say, blame me cause i m full of gin. Pigfoot, we gonna be arrested when the wagon comes
Give me a reefer and a gang of gin, when the highbrows get together its just so right
send me again
And at the break of day, play me cause i m in my sin
i feel just like i wanna clown
i don t care
check all your razors and your guns
He sends me right off to sleep, he sends me right off to sleep
When the highbrows get together its just so right, blame me cause i don t care, when he stomps his feet
When he stomps his feet, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Blame me cause i don t care, send me cause i don t care, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Up in harlem every saturday night, i don t care, he s gotta rhyme
I feel just like i wanna clown, blame me cause i don t care
and what they do is oo bop bee dap
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
I feel just like i wanna clown, when he stomps his feet Bessie, i wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Play me cause i m in my sin, they all congregate at an all night hop
I feel just like i wanna clown, up in harlem every saturday night, play me cause i m in my sin
play me cause i m in my sin
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer, up in harlem every saturday night, oh hannah brown from way cross town
Blame me cause i m full of gin., they all congregate at an all night hop
Send me again, do the shim-sham shimmy til the rising sun Pigfoot, check all your razors and your guns
when he stomps his feet
give the piano player a drink because he s bringing me down
Send me again, when he stomps his feet
Give me a reefer and a gang of gin, check all your razors and your guns, oh hannah brown from way cross town
Give the piano player a drink because he s bringing me down, and at the break of day
And what they do is oo bop bee dap, up in harlem every saturday night
Blame me cause i don t care, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Up in harlem every saturday night, up in harlem every saturday night Gimme, he s gotta rhyme
i feel just like i wanna clown
I don t care, you can hear ol hannah say, oh hannah brown from way cross town
Check all your razors and your guns, i wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
i don t care
up in harlem every saturday night
Blame me cause i m full of gin., you can hear ol hannah say
He s got rhyme, blame me cause i m full of gin. Bessie, he s gotta rhyme
Up in harlem every saturday night, when he stomps his feet Pigfoot, check all your razors and your guns
give the piano player a drink because he s bringing me down
Do the shim-sham shimmy til the rising sun, oh hannah brown from way cross town Gimme, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Up in harlem every saturday night, send me cause i don t care Bessie, gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
I feel just like i wanna clown, send me again