Lyric Nowadays Clancy Can t Even Sing

Who s that stomping
all over my face?
Where s that silhouette
I m trying to trace?
Who s putting sponge
in the bells I once rung
And taking my gypsy
before she s begun
To singing the meaning
of what s in my mind
Before I can take home
what s rightfully mine.
Joinin and listenin
and talkin in rhymes
Stoppin the feeling
to wait for the times.

Who s saying baby,
that don t mean a thing,
Cause nowadays Clancy
can t even sing.

And who s all hung-up
on that happiness thing?
Who s trying to tune
all the bells that he rings?
And who s in the corner
and down on the floor
With pencil and paper
just counting the score?
And who s trying to act
like he s just in between?
The line isn t black,
if you know that it s green.
Don t bother looking,
you re too blind to see
Who s coming on
like he wanted to be.

Who s saying baby,
that don t mean a thing,
Cause nowadays
Clancy can t even sing.

And who s coming home
on the old nine-to-five?
Who s got the feeling
that he came alive,
Though havin it,
sharin it
ain t quite the same
It ain t no gold nugget,
you can t lay a claim
Who s seeing eyes
through the crack
in the floor
There it is baby,
don t you worry no more
Who should be sleepin ,
but is writing this song
Wishin and a-hopin
he weren t so damned wrong.

Who s saying baby,
that don t mean a thing,
Cause nowadays Clancy
can t even sing.