Clap Hands
(Big Time live version, 1988)
Wine, wine, why the goose drank wine
And the monkey chewed tobacco on a streetcar line
Now the line broke and the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands
Sane, sane, they’re all insane, fireman’s blind, the conductor’s lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hang out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, oh clap hands, oh clap hands, well clap hands
I said roar, it’s the thunder and the roar
I ain’t never coming back no more
There’s a moon in the window, a bird on the pole
I can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Well clap hands baby, well clap hands, clap hands
I said dream, it’s a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in my jeans
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Now it’s roar, it’s the thunder and the roar
I ain’t coming back no more
I got a moon in the window, a bird on the pole
I can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, well clap hands baby, well clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
All went to heaven in a little row boat
It’s roar, it’s the thunder and the roar
I ain’t coming back no more
I got a moon in the window, a bird on the pole
I can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, well clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Written by: Tom Waits
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