Clap Hands (Live November 1987)

Sane, sane, they're all insane 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 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