Fool on the hill

Day after day, alone on the 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.
See’s the sun going down and the eye’s in is head see’s the world spinning round.

Well on the way his head in a clouds the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make but he never seems to notice but the fool on the hill.
Sees the sun going down and eyes in his head sees the world spinning round.

But nobody seems to like him you can tell whats 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 sees the world spinning round

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
round and round and round and round and round

He never listens to them, he knows that their the fools, they don’t like him
the fool on the hill see’s the sun going down and the eyes in his head see’s the world spinning round

O……h round and round and round and round O……h