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