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