Lyrics:
Flowers in your Hair
Little hotdog stand
With extra buns
Will that be without the laxitive?
We have a special on handguns.
(Uh, yeah, I'll take two)
The Flowers in Your Hair
(your mother's underwear, nothing can compare, oh yeah, you bet)
The Flowers in your hair
Don't be sad little one
Your savior is not far
Give me your smiling face
Holding on to love's bazarre
Don't be sad, little one
I hold you in my arms
Please don't be afraid
Arrows cannot pierce the sky
Follow giants and your dreams will die
Dead men always tell the truth
Christianity tells such a godly lie
Miss me, if I go
Kiss me, if I return
Reach me and I'll run
Teach me an I might learn
Flowers in your hair
As you walk with me
Its a big downtown
Little (unintelligible)
Flowers in your hair
You look lovely
Hold me in your arms
And we shall see
Don't be said, little one
Your savior is not far
Give me your smiling face
Holding on to love's bazarre
Flowers in your hair
Flowers in your hair
Hairy flowers . . | Notes:
A classic "serious" Jon song, I insisted on adding worthless lines like "your mother's underwear", because it rhymed with "flowers in your hair", which was, at best, upon reflection, most gratuitous and I should have skipped it, but I was always cajoling Jon to go along with perhaps less-than-best performances and ad-libs. Saying "Hairy flowers" at the end was about right for Al Phlipp, tho. |