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 bottle full of rain

Clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands

Said role, the thunder and the role

Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more

Moon in the window, and the 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 Paladin's hat

And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Role, role the thunder and the role

Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more

Moon in the window, and the 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

Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty dollar bill inside a Paladin'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

Well, clap hands, well clap hands

Oh, clap hands, clap hands