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
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