Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing - Fever Tree

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.