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.