[ Featuring John Scott Trotter, His Orchestra ]
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
