Clap Hands

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