Nowaday`s Clancy Can`t Even Sing — текст песни (Buffalo Springfield)

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 in 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
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

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