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