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's 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 spinning 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, an' round, an' round, an' round, an' round   He never listens to them   He knows that they're 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, an' round, an' round, an' round   Oh