THE FOOL ON THE HILL (McCartney/Lennon)

Day after day, alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
The 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


But 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, round, round, round, round


He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
And 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