Plastic people
by Frank Zappa
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Ladies & Gentelmen... the PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES!
Fella Americans...
DOOT, DOOT, DOOT... DOOT...
He´s been sick.
DOO-OO-OOT... DOOT! DOOT!
(Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet-Teet)
And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup.
DOOT, DOOT (Teet-Teet)
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 - your hair spray... or something.)
Plastic people
Oh baby!
You´re such a drag
(I hear the sound of marching feet... down Sunset Blvd. 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!
(Woooooooooooooooooooh!)
Oh baby, now...
You´re such a drag
Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh!
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:
[FZ:]
PLASTIC! PLASTIC PEOPLE!
PLA-HA-HA-HA-HA...
PLASTIC... PEOPLE
PLASTIC PEOPLE... OO-OOOH OO-OOH...
PLASTIC...
A prune is a vegetable... no, a prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable... makes it O.K. PLASTIC PEOPLE... PLASTIC PEOPLE, PLASTIC PEOPLE!
Ooo-Hoo-Hoo... Ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh Hoo-Hoo
Ooh-ooh Ooh-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo
[Ray:]
You are. Your foot. Your hair. Your nose. Your arms. You eat. Youc suck. You love. You are. Your being is... you´re PLASTIC... PEOPLE... BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH... plastic pepples... [?]
You drive. You live in. You dream about... you think only of... you eat... you are... pepples... plastic... plastic pepples...
Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every pepples...
Peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep!
Fella Americans...
DOOT, DOOT, DOOT... DOOT...
He´s been sick.
DOO-OO-OOT... DOOT! DOOT!
(Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet-Teet)
And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup.
DOOT, DOOT (Teet-Teet)
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 - your hair spray... or something.)
Plastic people
Oh baby!
You´re such a drag
(I hear the sound of marching feet... down Sunset Blvd. 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!
(Woooooooooooooooooooh!)
Oh baby, now...
You´re such a drag
Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh!
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:
[FZ:]
PLASTIC! PLASTIC PEOPLE!
PLA-HA-HA-HA-HA...
PLASTIC... PEOPLE
PLASTIC PEOPLE... OO-OOOH OO-OOH...
PLASTIC...
A prune is a vegetable... no, a prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable... makes it O.K. PLASTIC PEOPLE... PLASTIC PEOPLE, PLASTIC PEOPLE!
Ooo-Hoo-Hoo... Ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh Hoo-Hoo
Ooh-ooh Ooh-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo
[Ray:]
You are. Your foot. Your hair. Your nose. Your arms. You eat. Youc suck. You love. You are. Your being is... you´re PLASTIC... PEOPLE... BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH... plastic pepples... [?]
You drive. You live in. You dream about... you think only of... you eat... you are... pepples... plastic... plastic pepples...
Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every pepples...
Peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep!