A Flower - Alexis Korner

A flower, according to Mr. Billy Strayhorn

Now defunct, is a lovesome thing

I would have wondered, yes, I wonder

If it really brings you all the joy

And happiness it’s supposed to bring

People say to me, they say «I've got the key

Yes, I’ve got the key to happiness and prosperity»

You got love, you got love

Everybody got love

You got love, everybody

You need real good vibrations

You need real good vibrations

You need real good vibrations

You need real good vibrations

And then you love everybody

Better than you do yourself

«That's the point of the exercise», they say

I would have wondered what would happen

If we made ourselves up a whole gang of flowers

Out of spring steel and razor blades

An' painted them all over in pretty colours

Perfume them with all the sweet scents of Arabia

Then, if anybody interfered with us

We could give them a real mark of our affection

You can’t love, you can’t love everybody

You can’t love, you can’t love everybody

'Cause they ain’t all the same people

I said, they ain’t all the same people

Oh, they ain’t all the same people

They ain’t all the same people

And I love me, baby, better than you do yourself

Well, think about it