Sane sane they're all insane
The fireman's blind the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands
Said 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
I said steam steam a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Paladin'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 their little rowboats
Clap hands
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Sane sane they're all insane
The fireman's blind the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands
Said 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
I said steam steam a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Paladin'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 their little rowboats
Clap hands
The fireman's blind the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands
Said 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
I said steam steam a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a Paladin'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 their little rowboats
Clap hands
Writer: GUY HAONEG, THOMAS ALAN WAITS
Copyright: Lyrics © JALMA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © JALMA MUSIC