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Clap Hands |
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Sane, sane, they're all insane, |
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fireman's blind, the conductor is lame |
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A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame |
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Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain |
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Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands |
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Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar |
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Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more |
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The moon in the window and a bird on the pole |
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We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal |
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Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands |
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Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams |
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Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans |
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A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat |
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And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at |
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Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar |
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Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more |
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Moon in the window and a bird on the pole |
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Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal |
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Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands |
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I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams |
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Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans |
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A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat |
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And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at |
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Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime |
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All the way to Baltimore and running out of time |
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Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole |
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They all went to heaven in a little row boat |
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Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands |
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Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands |
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Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands |