Fool On The Hill

[dawgpound3]

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 hear 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.

 

Ooh, ooh,

Round and round and round.

 

And 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.

 

Ooh,

Round and round and round

 

P.S. I think it sums Mangini perfectly. He's a fool and the players know it.

[NigelTufnel]

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 hear 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.

 

Ooh, ooh,

Round and round and round.

 

And 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.

 

Ooh,

Round and round and round

 

P.S. I think it sums Mangini perfectly. He's a fool and the players know it.

 

 

Orrrr the players are xxxxing pussies and miss hanging out with Grandpa Romeo every Sunday.