Don't these soldiers look so funny wearing flowers in the their hair
Poor little flower child Wild eyes and crazy hair Running around in search of love He can't find none anywhere Give him flowers, flowers
What's wrong with you, What's going on in me I've tried to walk on water But the ocean was too rough The crystal ship it overflowed and the stow-wind is too tough We need flowers, flowers
What's wrong with you? We're messin up our world
Where have all the soldiers gone Long time passin Dying in wars, everyone for the last ??
I heard back in 65, they wore flowers in their hair IN a place called San Francisco I think I'll go there What the world needs now is so much love It's the only thing That there's just too little of
What's wrong with this world What's going on in this world? Soldiers fighting in wars They've got hatred in their lives Violence is their living How it ruins their whole lives they need flowers, flowers
What's wrong with you? What's going on inside me? Build me a wall of loud guitars Build me a wall of primitive heaven
What's wrong with this place? We're messin up our world Young boys wearing crew-cuts They've got anger in their lives Violence is their language And it messes up their lives They need flowers, flowers
What's wrong with this world, Daddy? oh what's wrong with this world, Mother? oh what's wrong with this world, Mother? what is wrong with this world, Brother? We need flowers, flowers
flowers flowers, flowers flowers (*repeats*) we need flowers, flowers,....