(Billy Cowsill/Ralph Boden Johnson)
Now I'm just a working man
And I've done all that I can
To keep you in your ribbons and your bows
Talk gets around
In a small country town
Where the fool is the last one to know
It takes a fool to do the things I do
Have to be a fool, a fool like me
To be so in love with you
Felt your touch was growing cold
Is there someone that you hold
Nights when I am out and you're alone
Who's that so and so
Darling who's your Romeo
Oh the fool is the last one to know
It takes a fool to do the things I do
Have to be a fool, a fool like me
To be so in love with you
I overheard you on the phone
You were whispering sweet and low
Something that I'd never heard before
Saying just what lovers say
When two lovers talk that way
Yes the fool is the last one to know
It takes a fool to do the things I do
Have to be a fool, a fool like me
To be so in love with you
Yeah sure talk gets around
In a small country town
Where the fool is the last one to know
I guess the fool is the last one to know
Yes, I'm the fool and I'm the last one to know
[Thanks to shawno for correcting these lyrics]