Artist: the carpenters
Song: nowadays clancy can't even sing
Year: 1969
Sing, sing
Who's that stompin' 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 a listenin' and talkin' in rhymes
Stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times
Who's saying maybe 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 they ring?
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 night 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 maybe that don't mean a thing
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing, sing, sing
Who's coming home on the old 9 to 5?
Who's got the feeling here to keep him alive?
Though havin' it, sharin' it, ain't quite the same
You painted it golden nugget, you can't lay 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 's writing this song
Wishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrong
Who's saying maybe that don't mean a thing
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing
Who's saying maybe that don't mean a thing
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing, sing, sing
