Sun going up,
Making its rounds
It keeps on moving,
Painting the town
Before you know it,
Shes sinking low
So tell me something . . .
Something I dont already know
I dont 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 dont already know
I dont know?
Tell me something
I dont 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
Whats left for me then,
Eat drink and have fun
It must go on, as for the show
So tell me something . . .