making its rounds
it keeps on moving,
painting the town
before you know it,
she's sinking low
so tell me something . . .

something i don't already know
i don't know?

toward the south,
then turning north
whirlwind spinning,
on a circular course
the answer my friend,
returns to blow
so tell me something . . .

something i don't already know
i don't know?
tell me something
i don't know?

as for the wise men who pursue
their knowledge
same as the fool, free falling
prey to folly
can only one fate befall
them both
so tell me something . . .

chorus

if every song been sung,
under the sun
what's left for me then,
eat drink and have fun
it must go on, as for the show
so tell me something .