(Fool on the Hill)
Day after day, he’s lonely still
The man with the foolish grin is taking his pills
But nobody wants to know him, they can see that it's just drool
And he never gives an answer
But the drool on his chin keeps on running down
While the eyes in his head can’t see the world spinning around
Well on the way, drool coming down
The man hears 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 drool on his chin keeps on running down
While the eyes in his head cant see the world spinning 'round
And nobody seems to like him, and he never wants to wipe it
And he never shows his feelings
But the drool on his chin keeps on running down
While the eyes in his head can’t see the world spinning 'round (oh oh oh)
'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
And he never listens to them, he knows that it’s just drool
They don't like him
The drool on his chin keeps on running down
While the eyes in his head can’t see the world spinning 'round
Oh ('round and 'round and 'round and 'round)
Oh