Stephen Stills
Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing
[Verse 1]
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 sing in the meaning 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 time

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

[Verse 2]
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?

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
[Verse 3]
And who's coming home on old ninety-five?
Who's got the feeling, yeah, to keep him alive?
Though having it, sharing it ain't quite the same
It ain't a 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 sleeping, but's a-writing this song?
Wishing and a-hoping he weren't so damned wrong

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

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