Who's that stomping all over my face? 
Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? 
Who's putting sponge in the bells I [bad word] 
And taking my gypsy before she's begun 
To singing the meaning of what's in my mind 
Before I can take home what's rightfully mine. 
Joinin' and listenin' and talkin' in rhymes 
Stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times. 

Who's saying 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 trying to tune all the bells that he rings? 
And who's in the corner and down on the floor 
With pencil and paper just counting the score? 
And who's trying to act like he's just in between? 
The line isn't black, if you know that it's green. 
Don't bother looking, you're too blind to see  [bad word] on like he wanted to be. 

Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing, 
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing. 

And [bad word] home on the old nine-to-five? 
Who's got the feeling that he came alive, 
Though havin' it, sharin' it ain't quite the same 
It ain't no gold nugget, you can't lay a 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 is writing 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 sing.