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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

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Said roar' roar' the thunder and the roar

Son of a b**ch 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

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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 b**ch 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

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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

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