Clap hands de Tom Waits

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