Clap Hands

Appears on Beautiful Maladies, Rain Dogs, Big Time

Version 1 | Lyrics

Version 1

Bm 
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 
     G           Bm          G           Bm 
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands 
			
Bm 
Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
			
Son of a bitch 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
     G           Bm          G           Bm 
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands 
			
     G               Bm 
Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams 
G                         Bm 
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans 
  G                          Bm 
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat 
    G 
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at 
			
Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar 
Son of a bitch 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 
			
(Solo) 
			
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 
     G           Bm          G           Bm 
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands... 

Lyrics

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 bitch 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 bitch 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