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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  More Tom Waits Song Lyrics
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