Sing (Sing A Song) (In The Style Of 'The Carpenters')-Carpenters

Sing (Sing A Song) (In The Style Of 'The Carpenters') - Carpenters Sing, sing Who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? And who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung? And taking my gypsy before she's begun? Just singing and a dreaming 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 times Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing Sing, sing 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? Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing Sing, sing Who's coming home on the old nine to five? Who's got the feeling here to keep him alive? Though having it, sharing it ain't quite the same It ain't a gold nugget, you can't lay a claim Who's seeing eyes through the cracks in the floor? There it is, baby, don't you worry no more Who should be sleeping but is writing this song? Wishing and a-hoping he weren't so damned wrong? Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing Who's saying, baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing Even sing, even sing