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   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   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      Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing   'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing   Sing, sing      Who's coming home on the old nine to five   Who's got the feeling here 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 cracks 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      Even sing, even sing