Twenty-five cents?   Ha! No! No!   I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'cause listen here:      Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night when the high-browns git together it's just too tight,   they all congregates at an all night strut and what they do is tut-tut-tut   Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down   Just at the break of day you can hear old Hannah say,   "Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer"   Send me gate      I don't care   I feel just like I wanna clown   Give the piano player a drink because he's bringin' 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 gonna be rasslin' when the wagon comes   I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer   Send me 'cause I don't care   Slay me 'cause I don't care      Gimme a reefer and a gang o' gin   Slay me, 'cause I'm in my sin   Slay me 'cause I'm full of gin      Check all your razors and your guns   Do the shim-sham shimmy till the risin' sun