Pig Foot Pete

Way out in Kansas City on one, two Street
They say that there’s a guy they call Pig Foot Pete
He plays piano by ear
And he’ll play all night for pig’s feet and beer
He’s a murderer on the eighty-eight
He’s the guy who brought the boogie-woogie up to date

He’s got a cannon in his left hand
And a rifle in his right
He’s just a double-barrelled hey
And he shoots
The eight beats to you at a frightening rate
He’s just a solid wiz
I’ll tell you who he is
He’s Pig Foot Pete
A boogie-woogie’s elite
His hands are just as big as Virginia hams
And when they go to work
They’re like battering rams
And when he plays on that box
The joint rocks
Until you’re beat to your socks
Wherever boogie is part of the plan
You find Pig Foot Pete
The boogie-woogie man

He’s got a cannon in his left hand
And a rifle in his right
He’s just a double-barrelled hey
And he shoots
The eight beats to you at a frightening rate
He’s just a solid wiz
I’ll tell you who he is
He’s Pig Foot Pete
A boogie-woogie’s elite
His hands are just as big as Virginia hams
And when they go to work
They’re like battering rams
And when he plays on that box
The joint rocks
Until you’re beat to your socks
Wherever boogie is part of the plan
You find Pig Foot Pete
The boogie-woogie man