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




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