And I give a flower to the big fat cop / He takes his club and he beats me up / I give a flower to the garbage man / He stuffs my girl in the garbage can / And I give it to the landlord when the rent comes ’round / He throws it in the toilet and he flush it down / It goes into the sewer / With the yuck runnin’ through ‘er / And it runs into the river that we drink / Hey, world, YOU STINK! Ugh! Man it’s later than you think! Girl you got just one more chance/ Come on baby while I dance!
You don’t think ’bout no little flowers! Oh no, all you think about is guns. If everybody in the world today had a flower instead of a gun, there would be no wars. There would be one big smell-in. Just the flowers…!
Hey, man, my flower… My flower. What’d you do to my flower, man? You hurt it, like everything else… Everything else… flowers.
One and one’s two/ Two and two’s four/ I feel so bad ’cause I’m losin’ the war!
I would like to sing this song, it’s about love, and hate. Psychedelically speaking I am talking about the power.
Love Power! Talkin’ ’bout Love Power! The Power of a Sweet Flower… is gonna rule the Earth!
And there’ll be a Great Rebirth! Love is the Power that is mine…
Cool it, while I map out my campaign.
I’m gonna crash Poland, And I’m gonna take over France, Ba-willy-gow, Ba-Ba-do-the-this, Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! I’m gonna take over Poland, And then I’m gonna crush France, Oh baby, whatcha know, Mama, And I’m gonna cross that English Channel, Wow! And then I’m gonna kick them cats in the pants, Pow! Pow! Pow!
