Lyrics:
Sing, singWho's that stompin' all over my face?Where's that sillhouette I'm trying to trace?And who's putting sponge in the bells I once rungAnd taking my gypsy before she's begunJust singing and a dreaming of what's in my mindBefore I can take home what's rightfully mineJoinin' and a listenin' and talkin' in rhymesStoppin' the feeling to wait for the times(*) Who's saying maybeThat don't mean a thing''Cause nowadays Clancy can't even singSing, singWho'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 floorWith pencil and paper just counting the scoreWho's trying to act like he's just in-between?The night isn't black, if you know that it's greenDon't bother looking, you're too blind to seeWho'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 havin' it, sharin' it, ain't quite the sameYou painted it golden nugget, you can't lay claimWho's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor?There it is baby, don't you worry no moreWho should be sleepin', but 's writing this songWishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrongRepeat (*) twice