Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing Carpenters

Sing, sing

Who's that stomping all over my face?
Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace?
And who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung?
And taking my gypsy before she's begun?

Just singing and a dreaming of what's in my mind
Before I can take home what's rightfully mine
Joining and listening and talking in rhymes
Stopping the feeling to wait for the times

Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing

Sing, sing

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?