| Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street
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| And he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet
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| And he calls us long-haired faggots as we walk by
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| But we don’t get mad, because we know he’s uptight
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| Hey Mr. Johnson
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| Won’t you wear this flower in your hair
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| Then you’ll start seeing
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| Love is all around you everywhere
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| Love is all around you everywhere
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| I’ve known Mr. Johnson since before I was born
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| But he still gets mad when we smoke pot on his lawn
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| But we never get mad, we simply walk away
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| He don’t mean to be a drag, he’s just brought up that way
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| Love is all around you everywhere
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| Love is all around you everywhere |