You're lying in your bath one day and looking at your toesnAnd sixty policemen bust in through the doornDon't you know it's an offense to strike a public posenCos even bathrooms aint not private anymorenCos we're all here lookin' at you, aint we?nnGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a floweeeernnIf you're lying with your girlfriend on the sunniest ''nAnd a eight-stone bully kicks sand in your facenAnd pours all your suntan lotion into your lemonadenAnd takes your girl and also takes your placenDon't hit him with a bottle-nWhat should I do?nnGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a floweeeernnWhen you're driving on the N1 in your 1920 FordnWithout tax or MOT or any brakesnAnd you're banned from driving late and you reverse into a trucknAnd the driver is the same eight-stone bully who kicked sand in your face in the last verse-nnGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a floweeeernnRoses, rhododendrons, lilies, snowdrops (maybe nightshade)nViolets, buttercups, tulips, love-in-a-mist (nettles!)nFuchsias, '', daisies, '', bluebells (?)nCowslips, dandelions, forget-me-nots (poison ivy petals, eh heh)nnGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a flowernGive him a floweeeernnI think you really ought to hit him in the head with a ''.nNo, no, give him a flower.nI think..''nGive him a flower.nI'll throw bricks at him, eh?nNo, no...nI'll, I'll push him downstairs-nNo, give him a flower.nOr throw him off a building-