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Текст (слова) песни: Diana Ross - Gimme a Pigfoot



(w. wilson)

Up in harlem every saturday night

Were the highbrows get together, just to write

They all congregate at an allnite hack

What they do is ooh papa dah

Ol hannah brown, way cross town

Gets full of corn and starts brining em down

And at the break of day

You can hear ol hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me daddy, move right down

I feel just like I wanna clown

Give the piano player a drink

Because hes bringing me down

Hes got rhythm, when he stomps his feet

He moves me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and 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

Feel just like I wanna shop

Give the piano player a drink

Because hes knocking me out

Hes got rhythm when he stomps his feet

He moves me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns

Were gonna do the huckabuck until the rising sun

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin

Move me cause I dont care

I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

 

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