Think I’m getting over him. The sap is risin’ in the tree. The blood is runnin’ in my heart. Brings desire back to me. I wonder who will the next fool be. There is a Spanish boy who also rides the A train. I want to tag him like a tiger. So I can track him as he moves around the city. So I can guard him like an angel. I wonder who will the next fool be. I wonder who will the next fool be. I got no more tears to cry. I can see it in the sky. In a bedroom by and by. I know it’s comin’ (oh yeah ooh ooh). I wonder who will the next fool be. I wonder who will the next fool be. I go out to the bars where the hearts are full of scars. And I lay mine out in the neon light. It’s ragged and it’s worn but it’s about to be reborn. Honey are you gonna take me home tonight?. When I meet each man I know. I look him deeply in the eye. Will it be a sweet old friend. Or a pretty little stranger passin’ by?. I wonder who will the next fool be. I wonder who will the next fool be. I wonder who will the next fool be. I wonder who will the next fool be. … will the next fool be. I wonder who will the next fool be