Clap Hands
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Say, say, roll in the sand
The fireman's blind, the collector is a man
A Cincinnati jacket with a saddle of a tan
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Say, roll, roll the thunder in the roll
Sunny beach is never coming back here no more
The moon in the well, the well, the 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 the parting of his head
And nobody should have missed it naked like I said
Roll, roll the thunder in the roll
Sunny beach is never coming back here no more
The moon in the well, the well, the bird on the pole
We 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 the parting of his head
And nobody should have missed it naked like I said
Shine, shine, Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in a hole
They all went to heaven in a little rowboat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands