Dressed in purple velvets

With a flower in her hair

Feel her gentle spirit

As the champa fills the air

She wears rubys on her fingers

Tiny bells upon her toes

She's the finest thing

I've ever seen

Love that ring inside her nose



Flower Child yeah

Flower Child yeah



She's a psychedelic princess

On a magic carpet ride

And where her trip will carry you

Is somewhere you can't find

She's on a plane of higher consciousness

Meditation is the key

She's got her shit together

Cause her soul and mind are free



Flower Child yeah

Flower Child yeah



She's a child of Martin Luther

As a freedom fighter she

Speaks of liberation on the land

And on the sea

Her eyes are made of sunshine

And her lips are jelly sweet



Flower Child yeah

Flower Child yeah