Whos that stomping
all over my face?
Wheres that silhouette
Im trying to trace?
Whos putting sponge
in the bells I once rung
And taking my gypsy
before shes begun
To singing the meaning
of whats in my mind
Before I can take home
whats rightfully mine.
Joinin and listenin
and talkin in rhymes
Stoppin the feeling
to wait for the times.
Whos saying baby,
that dont mean a thing,
Cause nowadays Clancy
cant even sing.
And whos all hung-up
on that happiness thing?
Whos trying to tune
all the bells that he rings?
And whos in the corner
and down on the floor
With pencil and paper
just counting the score?
And whos trying to act
like hes just in between?
The line isnt black,
if you know that its green.
Dont bother looking,
youre too blind to see
Whos coming on
like he wanted to be.
Whos saying baby,
that dont mean a thing,
Cause nowadays
Clancy cant even sing.
And whos coming home
on the old nine-to-five?
Whos got the feeling
that he came alive,
Though havin it,
sharin it
aint quite the same
It aint no gold nugget,
you cant lay a claim
Whos seeing eyes
through the crack
in the floor
There it is baby,
dont you worry no more
Who should be sleepin,
but is writing this song
Wishin and a-hopin
he werent so damned wrong.
Whos saying baby,
that dont mean a thing,
Cause nowadays Clancy
cant even sing.
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