Spin Spin Spin - Jim Croce

Spin, spin, spin 
Spin around, spin around 
The harlequin dances in a costume of green 
Spin around
But under his makeup his age can't be seen 
Spin around
But where are you spinnin' 
When will you know 
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show? 
Spin, spin, spin 
Spin around, spin around 
You look out on the city from your penthouse so high
Spin around 
But your pedestal's your prison and so is your high 
Spin around
But where are you spinnin' 
When will you know 
That life is for livin' 


That it isn't a show? 
Spin, spin, spin 
Spin around, spin around 
Your pills are you conscience
They make ev'rything seem all right 
Spin around
Take a white one go to sleep 
Take a red one to stay up all night
To spin around 
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know 
That life is for livin' 
That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin 
Spin around, spin around 
Spin, spin, spin 
Spin, spin, spin
Spin away, spin away 
Spin around, spin around