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 [to be / the bees ?],
– 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 [sweet / free ?],
– [?]
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,
– [Just let him?] try.

Avron knows,
Avron knows.

On a [sweltering / sheltering / warm spring ?] 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.