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 once rung 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 Who s coming on like he wanted to be. Who s saying baby, that don t mean a thing, Cause nowadays Clancy can t even sing. And who s coming 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.