"Getting Nowhere" lyrics - FRED ASTAIRE

A greyhound who has lots of speed
Was surely bound to fail,
For morning, noon and evenin'
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!

Running around in circles,
Running around in circles,
Getting nowhere!

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!