Sane, sane, they're all insane The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame Cincinnati jacket on a sidewalk dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap your hands Go clap your hands Clap your hands Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Some bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and the bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans Fifty dollar bill inside a pad tie Nobody sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Some bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and the bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap your hands Clap your hands Steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans Fifty dollar bill inside a pad tie Nobody sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shan, Shan, the Roosevelt *** All the way to Baltimore and running out of time The Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven on a little rowboat Clap your hands Go clap your hands Clap your hands *