"Clap Hands" lyrics

Sane, sane, they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

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Said, "Roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal."

Clap hands
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Said, "Steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at."

Roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
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
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at."

Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time
The Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in a little row boat

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Oh, clap hands
Oh, clap hands
Oh, clap hands
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