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 around
Well, on the way, his head in a cloud
A man of a thousand voices talking perfectly
loud
But nobody ever hears him
But 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 around
And nobody seems to like him
He 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
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down


And he never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him but the fool on them
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Round and round and round
Round and round and round
Round and round and round
Mr. Fool on the Hill
Yeah, he's the fool on the hill
Well, he's the fool on the hill