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? Repeat (*) 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