Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing

(albüm: Ticket To Ride - 1969)

Sing, sing

Who's that stomping 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
Joining and a listening and talking in rhymes
Stopping 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 having it, sharing 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 sleeping, but 's writing this song
Wishing and a-hoping he weren't so damned wrong

[Repeat * twice]