Sing, sing

Who's that stompin' all over my face?

Where's that sillhouette 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?


Repeat (*)

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


Repeat (*) twice