Ladies and gentlemen... the President of the United States!
"Fella Americans... doot, doot, doot... doot..."
He's been sick
"Doot, doot, doot..."
And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup
Plastic people
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while
Plastic people
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
And there's this guy from the CIA
And he's creeping around Laurel Canyon
A fine little girl, she waits for me
She's as plastic as she can be
She paints her face with plastic goo
And wrecks her hair with some shampoo
Plastic people
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
I dunno, sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey
It's... ah... it's your hair spray or something
Plastic people
Oh, baby, you're such a drag
"I hear the sound of marching feet
Down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights
And there, at Pandora's box
We are confronted with a vast quantity of plastic people"
Take a day and walk around
Watch the Nazis run your town
Then go home and check yourself
You think we're singing 'bout someone else
But you're plastic people
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
Me see a neon moon above
I searched for years, I found no love
I'm sure that love will never be
A product of plasticity
A product of plasticity
A product of plasticity
Plastic, plastic people, pla-ha-ha-ha-ha, plastic
You are, your foot, your hair, your nose, your arms
You eat, s**, you love, you are, your being is, you're plastic
Blah, blah, blah, blah, plastic peoples
A prune is not a vegetable
Cabbage is a vegetable, makes it okay
Plastic people, plastic people
You drive, you live in, you dream about, you think only of, you read, you are
Purple prancing, plastic people
Peep-peep-peep-peep
Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep