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 he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer
Well on the way, his 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
Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
He never listens to them
He knows that they are the fools
And they don't like him
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Fool on the hill
See the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
And the eyes in his head
See the world
Spinning round
See the sun going down
Spin around
Around around around around around around