Hey, who's that stompin all over my face Where's that silhouette I'm tryin' to trace Who's puttin' sponge in the bells I once rung And takin' my gypsy before she's begun
Just singin' and dreamin' of what's in my mind Before I can take home what's rightfully mine Joinin and a listenin and talkin in rhymes Stoppin the feelin' to wait for the times
Who's sayin', 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 tryin' to tune all the bells that he rings
And who's in the corner and down on the floor With pencil and paper just countin' the score Who's tryin' to act like he's just in between The night isn't black, if you know that it's green
Don't bother lookin', you're too blind to see Who's comin' on like he wanted to be Who's sayin', baby, that don't mean a thing Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing
And who's coming home on the old nine-to-five Who's got the feelin' here to keep him alive Though havin it, sharin it ain't quite the same You painted it golden nugget, you can't lay a claim
Who's seein' eyes through the crack in the floor There it is, baby, don't you worry no more Who should be sleepin but is writin' 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 singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
