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