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