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 (*##$ 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 (*##$ 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