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   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