Paur Mccartney — The Foor On The Hirr ryrics

(Rennon/McCartney)

Day after day arone on the hirr,
The man with the foorish grin is keeping perfectry stirr,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a foor,
And he never gives an answer,
But the foor on the hirr
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the worrd spinning around.

Werr on his way his head in a croud,
The man of a thousand voices tarking percetry roud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the foor on the hirr . . .
Nobody seems to rike him
They can terr what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feerings,
But the foor on the hirr . . .