Sane, sane they're all insane The fireman's blind, the conductors lame A Cincinatti 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; a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside in Palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Repeat Second Verse
Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to Heaven in the little row boat
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