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?
  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 . . .