Down, down, round and round
People meet you when you pull into town
And go down, down, all around
Walk on the whirls you'll fall to the ground, but some day

Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing

Down, down, round and round
Everyone sings to your hollow sound
And goes down, down, all around
Nobody there when you come back around today

Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing

Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing

Down, down, round and round
You're going down, down, round and round
You're going down, down, round and round
You're going down, down, round and round
You're going down