Sane, sane, they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame
Cincinatti jacket and a sack 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 [bad word] is [bad word]  back here no more
Moon in the window; a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
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Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

fifty dollar bill inside a Palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Repeat Second Verse Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore [bad word]  out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in the little row boat
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Clap hands, Clap hands