ah, revolving man,
don't you ever get ahead?
all your days are spent
in catching up the rent
ah, revolve, revolve
don't you ever get a sunday
to read the paper and jump into leaves or water?
you're laughing...
of course I'm laughing
I'm happy
to revolve around my children
to revolve around my love
ah, revolving man
don't you ever want to cry?
all your nights are spent
in catching up your breath
and the children need
well, they're always needing something
growing out of clothes they grew into yesterday
you young ones don't believe
in nothing but freedom for yourselves
where are you getting ahead to?
it's I who am sorry for you
and "god is in his heaven
all's right with the world,"