LYRIC

Hey, who?s that stompin? all over my face?

Where?s that silhouette I?m tryin’ to trace?

Who?s puttin’ sponge in the bells I once rung?

And takin’ my gypsy before she?s begun

Just singin’ and dreamin’ 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 feelin’ to wait for the times

Who?s sayin’, 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 tryin’ to tune all the bells that he rings?

And who?s in the corner and down on the floor?

With pencil and paper just countin’ the score

Who?s tryin’ to act like he?s just in between?

The night isn?t black, if you know that it?s green

Don?t bother lookin’, you?re too blind to see

Who?s comin’ on like he wanted to be?

Who?s sayin’, 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 feelin’ here to keep him alive?

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

You painted it golden nugget, you can?t lay a claim

Who?s seein’ eyes through the crack in the floor?

There it is, baby, don?t you worry no more

Who should be sleepin? but is writin’ 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

Who?s saying, baby, that don?t mean a thing?

?Cause nowadays Clancy can?t even sing

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