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

*** 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

*** is never coming back here no more

Moon in the window and a bird on the pole

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

Well, clap hands, well, clap hands

Oh, clap hands, clap hands