Clap Hands (feat. George Krikes)

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 a bottle full of rain

Clap hands

Clap hands

Clap hands

Clap hands

Said row, row, the thunder and the row

Son of a bitch is never coming 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

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Clap hands

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams

Going up to Harlem with a pistol in my jeans

Fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat

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

Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime

All the way to Baltimore you're 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

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams

Going up to Harlem with a pistol in my jeans

Fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat

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

Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime

All the way to Baltimore you're 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

Well, clap your hands

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Oh, clap your hands

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