Lyrics:

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 Roar, Roar, The Thunder And The Roar
son Of A Bitch Is Never Coming Back Here No More
the 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
going Up To Harlem With A Pistol In His Jeans
a Fifty-Dollar Bill Inside A Palladin's Hat
and Nobody's Sure Where Mr. Knickerbocker's At

roar, Roar, The Thunder And The Roar
son Of A Bitch Is Never Coming Back Here No More
moon In The Window And A Bird On The Pole
can 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
going Up To Harlem With A Pistol In His Jeans
a 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 And 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
clap Hands, Clap Hands, Clap Hands, Clap Hands
clap Hands, Clap Hands, Clap Hands, Clap Hands