D ay after day alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But n obody wants to k now him
They can s ee that he's just a f ool
And he n ever gives an a nswer.
But the fo ol on the hill
Sees the su n going down
And the ey es in his head
See the wo rld spinning rou nd
Well on the 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
(Instrumental)
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
(Instrumental)
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
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