Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing (Live at Canterbury House 1968)

[Verse 1]
Hey, 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?
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]
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 night isn't black if you know that it's green
But don't bother looking, you're too blind to see
Who's coming on like he wanted to be?

And 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 to keep him alive?
Though having it and 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 is 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
Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing?
Nowadays Clancy can't even sing