A sane, sane, they're all insane.
The fireman's blind, the conductor is lame.
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad look dame.
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain.
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A roll, roll, the thunder and a roll.
Some bitches never coming back here no more.
A moon in the window and a bird on the pole.
Can always find a megane at a shovel or the coal.
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I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams.
I'm going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans.
A $50 bill inside a paladin's hat.
I ain't nobody's show, Mr. Knickerbocker's hat.
A roll,
roll, the thunder and a roll.
Some bitches never coming back here no more.
A moon in the window and a bird on the pole.
Can always find a megane at a shovel or the coal.
Clap hands.
Clap your hands.
Clap hands.
I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams.
I'm going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans.
A $50 bill inside a paladin's hat.
I ain't nobody's show, Mr. Knickerbocker's hat.
I said shine, shine, a roll the bell down.
All the way to Baltimore,
I'm running out of time.
Salvation Armies seem to wind up in a hole.
They all went to heaven in a little boat.
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