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