Clap Hands
Tom Waits
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 bitch is never comin' 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
Clap hands
Clap hands

Said 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 bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
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
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

Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time
The 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
Oh, clap hands
Oh, clap hands
Oh, clap hands
Clap hands
Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1985, titled "Clap Hands", by artist "Tom Waits".