Quintorigo - Clap Hands testo (lyrics)
[Quintorigo - Clap Hands testo lyrics]
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
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