What goes up Must come down Spinning wheel Got to go around Talkin' 'bout your troubles It's a cryin' sin Ride a painted pony Let the spinning wheel spin You got no money You got no home Spinning wheel All alone Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you You never learn Ride a painted pony Let the spinning wheel turn Did you find Your directing sign On the straight and narrow highway Would you mind a reflecting sign Just let it shine Within your mind And show you, the colors That are real Someone's waiting Just for you Spinning wheel Spinning true Drop all your troubles by the riverside Ride a painted pony Let the spinning wheel fly
A coke inspired song if there ever was one. I always wondered what the hell it was about.