Sing, sing

Who's that stomping all over my face?
Where's that silhouette 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
Joining and listening and talking in rhymes
Stopping the feeling to wait for the times

Who's saying, baby, 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 that he rings?
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 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

Sing, sing

Who's coming home on the old nine to five?
Who's got the feeling here
To keep him alive? Though having it
Sharing it ain't quite the same
It ain't a gold nugget
You can't lay a claim

Who's seeing eyes through the
Cracks in the floor?
There it is, baby, don't you worry no more
Who should be sleeping but
Is writing this song?
Wishing and a-hoping he weren't
So damned wrong?

Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing

Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing

Even sing, even sing