Clap Your Hands (Live)

Come on
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap those hands
Clap those hands

You're stating' to move
And you're watching
You're starting to move
And you're watching

You're starting to move
And you're leaving
You're starting to move
And you're leaving for so

This is how we had to go, oh
No-one else don't even know, oh
And all you groovies been on my toes

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands

When I had a smoke not to soon
Well, I had a small raise not a month ago
Didn't last that long it take too long
We all love good old nice
When your Dads go out
But you don't have the price

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap my hands
Clap his hands
Clap your hands

Ooh, you all come back now
When your balancing the kettle
With the chromide sheckle
F- his hands, f- his hands

He's asleep on his feet
Too many times a week
Clap my hands
Clap my hands

This is how we had to go, oh
No-one else don't even know, oh
And all you boys been on your toes
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap those hands
Clap those hands
See ya later

Starting to move
And you're leaving
Starting to move
And you're watching him go

You're starting to move
And you're watching him go

Clap those hands
Clap those hands
Clap those hands
Clap your hands



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Philip Day, Shaun Ryder, Gary Kenneth Whelan, Paul Anthony Ryder, Paul Richard Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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