The Fool on the Hill

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 his way, his 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

Whoa oh, round and round and round and round
Whoa-oh whoa whoa-oh whoa, round and round and round

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

He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, round and round and round and round
Whoa-oh whoa whoa-oh whoa, round and round and round
Oh-oh whoa oh-whoa oh-whoa, round and round and round and round
Oh-oh whoa oh-whoa oh-whoa, round and round and round