Clap Hands

Sane, sane, they're all insane,

Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame

A cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame

Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands



Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar

Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more

The moon in the window and a bird on the pole

We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands



Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams

Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat

And nobody's sure where mr. knickerbocker's at



Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar

Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more

Moon in the window and a bird on the pole

Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands



I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams

Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat

And nobody's sure where mr. knickerbocker's at



Shine, shine, a roosevelt dime

All the way to baltimore and running out of time

Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole

They all went to heaven in a little row boat

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands


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