Clap Your Hands - Remastered Version

Clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)

We're starting to move and you're leaving
We're starting to move and you're leaving slow
Starting to move and you're watching
Starting to move and you're watching, you go

This is how we had to go, oh
Nobody else don't even know, oh
But all you groovies been on my toes
Clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)

Well, I had a small raise not a month ago
Didn't last that long, couldn't take it that slow
We all love good old nice
When the gas run out, and you don't have the price
Flap your hands
Clap those hands (clap your hands)
Clap those hands (clap your hands)
(Clap your hands)

Ooh, you all come back now (clap your hands)
(Clap your hands)

And trapped in a kettle with a chromide sheckle
Fuck his hands, fuck those hands

He's asleep on his feet
Too many times a week
Clap my hands (clap your hands)
Clap my hands (clap your hands)

This is how we had to go, oh
Nobody else don't need to know
Then all you groovies been on my toes
Clap my hands (clap your hands)
Clap my hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands (clap your hands)
(Clap your hands)

You're stating to move and you're leaving
You're starting to move, and you're leaving me now
Starting to move and you're watching
Starting to move and you're watching me now

Clap your hands (clap your hands)
Clap those hands (clap your hands)
Clap my hands (clap your hands)
Clap those hands (clap your hands)
Clap your hands



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Philip Day, Shaun Ryder, Gary Kenneth Whelan, Paul Anthony Ryder, Paul Richard Davis
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