I'll clap my hands along
And rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform
And bend the floor to the early mornin'
I'll shake my dollar bill
And spend it all before the bombs'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that
Don't even ask me

Clap hands
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Clap hands
That's right
Clap hands
Clap clap hands

I'll take my broken bell
And make it ring like a million churches
I'll scratch that kind of itch
Down in the ditch and switch my plates out
I'll drive to San Francisco
Death to disco, take my shirt off
I'll swim to Mexico
Don't tell the mermaids where I'm goin'

Clap hands
That's right
Clap hands
Clap hands
That's right
Clap hands

Clap hands
Clap hands

I'll clap my hands along
And rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform
And bend the floor to the early mornin'
I'll shake my dollar bill
And spend it all before the bombs'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that
Don't even ask me

Clap hands
That's right
Clap hands
Clap hands
That's right
Clap hands
That's right
Clap hands
Clap clap clap hands
That's right
Clap hands
Clap hands
That's right

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