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
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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