Getting Nowhere

Getting Nowhere - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)/Sonny Tufts

A Greyhound who has 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 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 some day and find

Your chances all are past

You've been running around in circles

Running around in circles

Getting nowhere

Getting nowhere very fast