Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing - Buffalo Springfield

Who’s that stomping all over my face\nWhere’s that silhouette I’m trying to trace\nWho’s putting sponge in the bells I once rung\nAnd taking my gypsy before she’s begun\nTo sing in the meaning of what’s in my mind\nBefore I can take home what’s rightfully mine\nJoining and a-listening and talking in rhymes\nStopping the feeling to wait for the time\nWho’s saying baby, that don’t mean a thing\n'Cause nowadays Clancy can’t even sing\nAnd who’s all hung up on that happiness thing\nWho’s trying to tune all the bells that he rings\nAnd who’s in the corner and down on the floor\nWith pencil and paper just counting the score\nWho’s trying to act like he’s just in-between\nThe line isn’t black if you know that it’s green\nDon’t bother looking, you’re too blind to see\nWho’s coming on like he wanted to be\nWho’s saying baby, that don’t mean a thing\n'Cause nowadays Clancy can’t even sing\nAnd who’s coming home on the old nine-to-five\nWho’s got the feeling to keep him alive\nThough having it, sharing it ain’t quite the same\nIt ain’t a gold nugget, you can’t lay a claim\nWho’s seeing eyes through the crack in the floor\nThere it is, baby, don’t you worry no more\nWho should be sleeping, but is writing this song\nWishing and a-hoping he weren’t so damned wrong\nWho’s saying baby, that don’t mean a thing\n'Cause nowadays Clancy can’t even sing\nWho’s saying baby, that don’t mean a thing\n'Cause nowadays Clancy can’t even sing