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 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?
And 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.
Who`s saying baby, that don`t mean a thing,
`Cause nowadays Clancy can`t even sing.
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.
Who`s saying baby, that don`t mean a thing,
`Cause nowadays Clancy can`t even sing.
N Artists/Bands 
Neil Young CDs in sales 
