Tom Waits - Clap Hands Lyrics
Sane, sane, theyre all insane,Firemans blind, the conductor is lameA cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dameHanging out the window with a bottle full of rainClap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap handsSaid roar, roar, the thunder and the roarSon of a ***** is never coming back here no moreThe moon in the window and a bird on the poleWe can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coalClap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap handsSaid steam, steam, a hundred bad dreamsGoing up to harlem with a pistol in his jeansA fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hatAnd nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers atRoar, roar, the thunder and the roarSon of a ***** is never coming back here no moreMoon in the window and a bird on the poleCan always find a millionaire to shovel all the coalClap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap handsI said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreamsGoing up to harlem with a pistol in his jeansA fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hatAnd nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers atShine, shine, a roosevelt dimeAll the way to baltimore and running out of timeSalvation army seemed to wind up in the holeThey all went to heaven in a little row boatClap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap handsClap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap handsClap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
