A greyhound who had lots of speed was surely bound to fail

For morning, noon and evening, he'd be chasing his own tail

He was running around in circles

Running around in circles getting nowhere



A squirrel in a treadmill cage, around and 'round he'd go

You'd think that he'd be in a rage, but seems he didn't know

He was running around in circles

Running around in circles getting nowhere



The man who runs a carousel is often heavy-hearted

He rides all day, but sad to say, he winds up where he started



So, concentrate and clear your mind of schemes that never last

Or you'll wake up someday and find your chances all have passed

You've been running around in circles

Running around in circles getting nowhere

Getting nowhere very fast