Sing, sing
Whos that stomping all over my face
Wheres that silhouette Im trying to trace
And whos putting sponge in the bells I once rung
And taking my gypsy before shes begun
Just singing and a dreaming 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
Sing, sing
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
Whos saying baby, that dont mean a thing
Cause nowadays Clancy cant even sing
Sing, sing
Whos coming home on the old nine to five
Whos got the feeling here to keep him 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 cracks 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
Whos saying baby, that dont mean a thing
Cause nowadays Clancy cant even sing
Whos saying baby, that dont mean a thing
Cause nowadays Clancy cant even sing
Even sing, even sing