Tom Waits - Clap Hands (Original) lyrics

Sane, sane, they're all insane The 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 b**h 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 coal Clap hands. Clap hands Clap hands. Clap hands 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 Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a b**h 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 coal Clap hands. Clap hands Clap hands. Clap hands Shine, 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 a little row boat Clap hands. Clap hands Clap hands. Clap hands