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      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'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 the old ninety-five?   Who's got the feeling that he came 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   'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing   Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing   'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing