Sing, sing
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Who's that stompin' all over my face?
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Where's that sillhouette I'm trying to trace?
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And who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung
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And taking my gypsy before she's begun
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Just singing and a dreaming of what's in my mind
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Before I can take home what's rightfully mine
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Joinin' and a listenin' and talkin' in rhymes
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Stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times
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(*) Who's saying maybe
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That don't mean a thing"
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'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing
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Sing, sing
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Who's all hung-up on that happiness thing?
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Who's trying to tune all the bells they ring?
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And who's in the corner and down on the floor
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With pencil and paper just counting the score
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Who's trying to act like he's just in-between?
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The night isn't black, if you know that it's green
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Don't bother looking, you're too blind to see
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Who's coming on like he wanted to be?
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Repeat (*)
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Who's coming home on the old 9 to 5?
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Who's got the feeling here to keep him alive?
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Though havin' it, sharin' it, ain't quite the same
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You painted it golden nugget, you can't lay claim
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Who's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor?
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There it is baby, don't you worry no more
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Who should be sleepin', but 's writing this song
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Wishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrong
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Repeat (*) twice
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Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing
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