Lyric Nowadays Clancy Can t Even Sing

Sing, sing



Who s that stompin all over my face?

Where s that sillhouette I m trying to trace?

And who s putting sponge in the bells I once rung

And taking my gypsy before she s begun



Just singing and a dreaming of what s in my mind

Before I can take home what s rightfully mine

Joinin and a listenin and talkin in rhymes

Stoppin the feeling to wait for the times



(*) Who s saying maybe

That don t mean a thing"

Cause nowadays Clancy can t even sing

Sing, sing



Who s all hung-up on that happiness thing?

Who s trying to tune all the bells they ring?

And who s in the corner and down on the floor

With pencil and paper just counting the score



Who s trying to act like he s just in-between?

The night 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?



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Who s coming home on the old 9 to 5?

Who s got the feeling here to keep him alive?

Though havin it, sharin it, ain t quite the same

You painted it golden nugget, you can t lay 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 s writing this song

Wishin and a-hopin he weren t so damned wrong



Repeat (*) twice