Count The Flowers - Drivin N Cryin

Office workers 9 to 5

They just don’t realize

That selling flowers on the corner

Ain’t some kind of strange disorder

Call me hippie, call me freak

But I gotta to keep this job to eat

Call me weirdo, call me punk

But I ain’t got no clock to punch

This ain’t no Hare Krishna

This ain’t no moonie son

I’m not from Argentina

I just trying to sell some sun

Count the flowers

Seven dozen buys me noon

Count the flowers

Seven dozen buys me noon

Tell me about your history

Tell me about hypocrisy

Tell me about his common law

He told me he had no law

I know that you haven’t worried

I know that you haven’t hurried

This ain’t no Hare Krishna

This ain’t no moonie son

I’m not from Argentina

I just trying to sell some sun

Count the flowers

Seven dozen buys me noon

Count the flowers

Seven dozen buys me noon