Friday, March 28, 2008

Nowadays Kevin Can't Even Sing

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.

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