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,
Head in a cloud,
The man with a
thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hear 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.
Ooh, ooh,
Round and round and 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.
Ooh,
Round and round and
round
