I got the news today,
my mom called to say,
that the one with the heart and soul backed
up and flew away.
Beside you have my sympathy,
let us moan together in sweet harmony.
You know she wants to be
a flower child living free,
living in the big, big city.
People got their hopes and dreams for you,
thinking there's better things for you to
do.
I'm glad you have a plan,
but you just don't understand,
that's why I love you,
you,
you.
He's living on an island of gold,
singing the words he doesn't know.
He always had a
stroke of luck.
Watching the plants while they grow.
He's sitting around,
he's filling holes, until the day he had to go.
You know he wants to be a
flower child running free,
living like an English hippie.
A love supreme never comes too soon.
And when you least expect it,
it grabs a hold of you, you.
You know she wants to be a flower child living free,
living in the big, big city.
People got their hopes and dreams for you,
thinking there's better things for you to do.
I'm glad you have a plan,
but you just don't understand,
that's why I love you, you.