| Song | Dreidel |
| Artist | Don McLean |
| Album | The Best Of Don McLean |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel | |
| The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle | |
| You just slow down | |
| Round and around the world you go | |
| Spinning through the lives of the people you know | |
| We all slow down | |
| How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? | |
| How you gonna keep from turning your life away? | |
| No days you can borrow, no time you can buy. | |
| No trust in tomorrow. It's a lie. | |
| And I feel like I'm dippin' and divin'. | |
| My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels. | |
| I'm lost in this star car I'm drivin'. | |
| But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels. | |
| My world is a constant confusion. | |
| My mind is prepared to attack. | |
| My past a persuasive illusion. | |
| I'm watchin' the future it's black. | |
| What do you know? | |
| You know just what you perceive. | |
| What can you show? | |
| Nothing of what you believe. | |
| And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave | |
| Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs | |
| As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds | |
| And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed | |
| And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds | |
| On all that you thought you should be | |
| I never thought this could happen to me. | |
| I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. | |
| The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. | |
| You just slow down. | |
| Round and around the world you go | |
| Spinning through the lives of the people you know. | |
| We all slow down. | |
| How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? | |
| How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh.. | |
| I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. | |
| The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. | |
| You just slow down. |
| I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel | |
| The spinning don' t stop when you leave the cradle | |
| You just slow down | |
| Round and around the world you go | |
| Spinning through the lives of the people you know | |
| We all slow down | |
| How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? | |
| How you gonna keep from turning your life away? | |
| No days you can borrow, no time you can buy. | |
| No trust in tomorrow. It' s a lie. | |
| And I feel like I' m dippin' and divin'. | |
| My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels. | |
| I' m lost in this star car I' m drivin'. | |
| But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels. | |
| My world is a constant confusion. | |
| My mind is prepared to attack. | |
| My past a persuasive illusion. | |
| I' m watchin' the future it' s black. | |
| What do you know? | |
| You know just what you perceive. | |
| What can you show? | |
| Nothing of what you believe. | |
| And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave | |
| Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs | |
| As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds | |
| And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed | |
| And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds | |
| On all that you thought you should be | |
| I never thought this could happen to me. | |
| I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. | |
| The spinning don' t stop when you leave the cradle. | |
| You just slow down. | |
| Round and around the world you go | |
| Spinning through the lives of the people you know. | |
| We all slow down. | |
| How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? | |
| How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh.. | |
| I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. | |
| The spinning don' t stop when you leave the cradle. | |
| You just slow down. |
| I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel | |
| The spinning don' t stop when you leave the cradle | |
| You just slow down | |
| Round and around the world you go | |
| Spinning through the lives of the people you know | |
| We all slow down | |
| How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? | |
| How you gonna keep from turning your life away? | |
| No days you can borrow, no time you can buy. | |
| No trust in tomorrow. It' s a lie. | |
| And I feel like I' m dippin' and divin'. | |
| My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels. | |
| I' m lost in this star car I' m drivin'. | |
| But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels. | |
| My world is a constant confusion. | |
| My mind is prepared to attack. | |
| My past a persuasive illusion. | |
| I' m watchin' the future it' s black. | |
| What do you know? | |
| You know just what you perceive. | |
| What can you show? | |
| Nothing of what you believe. | |
| And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave | |
| Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs | |
| As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds | |
| And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed | |
| And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds | |
| On all that you thought you should be | |
| I never thought this could happen to me. | |
| I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. | |
| The spinning don' t stop when you leave the cradle. | |
| You just slow down. | |
| Round and around the world you go | |
| Spinning through the lives of the people you know. | |
| We all slow down. | |
| How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? | |
| How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh.. | |
| I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. | |
| The spinning don' t stop when you leave the cradle. | |
| You just slow down. |