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 sing in the meaning of what's in my mind
Before I can take home
What's rightfully mine
Joining and a-listening and talking in rhymes
Stopping the feeling to wait for the time

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?

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 old ninety-five?
Who's got the feeling, yeah
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
Crack in the floor?
There it is, baby, don't you worry no more
Who should be sleeping
But's a-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

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