Letra de Clap Hands
Sane, sane they're all insane The fireman's blind, the conductors 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 handsSaid 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 coalClap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap handsSteam, 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 atRoar, 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 coalShine, 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 boatClap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands