The World Is Full Of Fools - Kevin Coyne

The big bookcase it hides the window

It means I cannot see out

No ragged heads, no ragged minds are

Going to mess me, mess me about

Going to keep it right, don’t mention the night

Down by the lakeside, I’m sitting with pamphlets strewn all over me

White squares of paper full of ideas

I throw them all in into the sea

They sail away, sail away

Because the world is full of fools

Ah, the world is full of fools

Yes, the world is full of fools

But it doesn’t make them bad people

It’s a sunny day, sun like a bauble rolling over the sky

Telephone conversation, someone tells me the weather is

Mighty fine, the sun’s divine

Come on outside, enjoy yourself

But I can’t, I don’t know why

Maybe you can change that for me

I know I’m deep

I seem to be asleep

Hold me now, squeeze me now

You can do it somehow

It’s not too late

Tell me, tell me, tell me

The world is full of fools

Yes, the world is full of fools

Oh, the world is full of fools

But it doesn’t make me a bad person