Sun going up,
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?
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 . . .
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