As the song plays
We remember the days
We didn’t have a care
Like the flowers in his hair
We always knew what time it was
Even when we didn’t
But boy, what a buzz we had
Before we knew what it really meant
Dickie was our friend
You could say he had a special flair
All the neighborhood kin
Knew him as the boy with flowers in his hair
Where one went
So did the other
Even when our rent was spent
Richie looked out for a brother
He never had a care in the world
And kept a smile on his face
How could he give so many necklaces of pearls
When he never even left his place
But Dickie was our friend
Long before they called for Dick
The strongest man’s wrist would bend
In our presence as a trick
Dickie had our backs
And my how the people would stare
His painted on jeans or dark, baggy slacks
Made them forget the flowers in his hair
And the song plays on…