Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing

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 in 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
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
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