Plastic People - Frank Zappa, The Mothers Of Invention

FZ: Ladies and gentlemen the president of the United States

RC as the President: Fellow Americans

FZ: He’s been sick.

I think his wife will bring us some chicken soup

Plastic people

Oh baby how you’re such a drag

FZ: I know it’s hard to defend such unpopular policy every once in awhile

Plastic people

Oh baby how you’re such a drag

FZ: There’s this guy from the CIA and he’s creeping around Laurel canyon

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 how you’re such a drag

FZ: I don’t know, sometimes I just get tired of ya honey

It’s a your hairspray or somethin'

Plastic people

Oh baby you’re such a drag

FZ: I here 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 Nazi’s

Run your town

Then go home and check yourself

You think we’re singing 'bout someone else…

But you’re plastic people

Now baby 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

RC: Plastic people are;

your foot, your hair, your nose, your arm.

You eat, suck, your being is you plastic people.

Blah blah blah.

Plastic pebbles

(some Spanish cannot make out)

FZ: A prune is not a vegetable.

Cabbage is a vegetable