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 is 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 spinnig 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
  
  Oh, round, round, round, round, round, round, round
  
  And he never listen to them
  He know that they are 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
  
  Oh, round, round, round, round, round, round, round