Текст песни Buffalo Springfield - Nowaday`s Clancy Can`t Even Sing
Buffalo Springfield - Nowaday`s Clancy Can`t Even Sing слова песни
Who`s that stomping all over my faceWhere`s that silhouette I`m trying to traceWho`s putting sponge in the bells I once rungAnd taking my gypsy before she`s begunTo singing in the meaning of what`s in my mindBefore I can take home what`s rightfully mineJoinin` and listenin` and talkin` in rhymesStoppin` the feeling to wait for the timesWho`s saying baby, that don`t mean a thing`Cause nowadays Clancy can`t even singAnd who`s all hung-up on that happiness thingWho`s trying to tune all the bells that he ringsAnd 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 betweenThe line 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 beAnd who`s coming home on the old nine-to-fiveWho`s got the feeling that he came aliveThough havin` it, sharin` it ain`t quite the sameIt ain`t no gold nugget, you can`t lay a claimWho`s seeing eyes through the crack in the floorThere it is baby, don`t you worry no moreWho should be sleepin`, but is writing this songWishin` and a-hopin` he weren`t so damned wrong