I clap my hands along and laugh along like a vagabond I'll drip my uniform and bend the floor till the early morning I'll shake it down a bit and then spend it all before the bombs kill me I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask I clap my hands I'll take my polka bell down like a ring like a million jerseys I'll scratch that conga bridge down into the ditch and switch my plates out I'll drop this San Francisco death disco take my shirt off I'll swim to Mexico don't tell the mermaids where I'm going I clap my hands I clap my hands along and laugh along like a vagabond I'll drip my uniform and bend the floor till the early morning I'll shake it down a bit and then spend it all before the bombs kill me I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask I clap my hands I clap my hands That was fresh That was fresh That was fresh That was fresh