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| Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing (Young) 1. 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 singing the meaning of what's in my mind before I can take home what's rightfully mine. Joinin' and listenin' and talkin' in rhymes stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times. Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing. 2 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? And who's trying to act like he just in between, The night isn't black, it can only be screened. 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... 3. And who's coming home on the old ninety five, Who's got the feeling to keep him alive, Though havin' it, sharin' it ain't quite the same It ain't no 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 sleepin' but is writing this song Wishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrong Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing... |