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 singing the meaning of what s in my mind before i can take home what s rightfully mine joining and listening and talking in rhymes stopping the feeling to wait for the time and 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 and 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 night isn t black if you know that it s green who should be sleeping but s writing this song wishing and hoping he weren t so damned wrong and who s saying baby that don t mean a thing cause nowadays clancy can t even sing and who s coming home on old ninety five and who s got the feeling to keep him alive though having it and sharing ain t quite the same it s not a gold nugget you can t lay a claim and who s seeing eyes through the crack in the floor there it is baby don t you worry no more and who should be sleeping but s writing this song wishing and hoping he weren t so damned wrong and who s saying baby that don t mean a thing cause nowadays clancy can t even sing  he s wonderful after this song we re gonna take an intermission for popcorn