( grape ) There was a man who told us all about his yesterdays He said that come the come, come revolution praise And though we talked about him, walked about his yesterdays No crack could snap the fact, he bore them all the way What a day Oh what an education Too bad, too bad Oh what a reputation Baby in a plastic bag Calling out and falling out with everyone He saw no application for this summering Although it hurt a lot and burned a lot of offerings No calling... turned the granary Oh what an education Too bad, too bad Oh what a reputation
Baby in a plastic bag Well i don't like your face Well i don't like your taste Well i don't like this place And i don't need your embrace Oh what an education Too bad, too bad Oh what a reputation Baby in a plastic bag Well i don't like your face Well i don't like your taste Well i don't like this place And i don't need your embrace In a white room, in a warm man Warm bizarre Come and get me Come and get me Hang it on, hang heavy Come Oh what an education Too bad, too bad Oh what a reputation Baby in a plastic bag