Avron Knows

Avron knows,
— Just a gypsy,
Look at his clothes,
— He thinks he’s trippy,
He saw the stars,
— So what, that’s nothing,
He’s on the run,
— So what will that bring?
He loves,
— Ah, so do we,
He loves the flowers,
— Stupid flower power,
He thinks he’s free,
— Well, so do we,
He’s got no home,
— Toss him a bone.
Avron knows,
Avron knows.
He’s where it’s at,
— Stupid prat,
He loves the girls,
— He's from another world,
His love is,
He don’t bother no-one,
— Well leave him alone,
He hides away,
— We'll find him today,
He’ll try to shout,
— We'll drag him out,
He’ll try to cry,
— We'll smash his eye,
He’ll scream out why,
— try.
Avron knows,
Avron knows.
On a day,
He’ll be over the hill,
In the beautiful land,
With his love of loves,
The sun will shine,
Now he’s alive,
A beautiful mind,
He’s the happiest man.
Avron knows,
Avron knows.