Day after day alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
Well on the way, head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
And nobody seems to like him They can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
Oooh round, round, round, round, round
And he never listens to them He knows that they're the fools They don't like him
The fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
