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.