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Текст (слова) песни: Billie Holiday - Gimmie a Pigfoot
Wesley sox wilson
Up in harlem every saturday night
Where the highbrows get together
Its 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 dont care
Feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because hes bringing me down
Hes got rhythm yeah, when he stamps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep
Cheek all your razors and all your guns
Were gonna be arrested when the wagon comes
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me cause I dont care
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 hes knocking me out
Hes 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 Im in my sin
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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