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| + | == Lyrics == | ||
| + | Ladies & Gennelmen ... the PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES! | ||
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| + | Fella Americans ...<br /> | ||
| + | DOOT, DOOT, DOOT ... DOOT ...<br /> | ||
| + | He's been sick.<br /> | ||
| + | DOO-OO-OOT ... DOOT! DOOT!<br /> | ||
| + | (Teet-Teet ... Teet-Teet ... Teet-Teet ... Teet-Teet-Teet)<br /> | ||
| + | And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup . | ||
| + | DOOT, DOOT (Teet-Teet) | ||
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| + | Plastic people<br /> | ||
| + | Oh baby, now ...<br /> | ||
| + | You're such a drag | ||
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| + | (I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while . . . )<br /> | ||
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| + | Plastic people<br /> | ||
| + | Oh baby, now<br /> | ||
| + | You're such a drag | ||
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| + | (And there's this guy from the CIA and he's creeping around Laurel Canyon ... ) | ||
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| + | A fine little girl<br /> | ||
| + | She waits for me<br /> | ||
| + | She's as plastic<br /> | ||
| + | As she can be<br /> | ||
| + | She paints her face<br /> | ||
| + | With plastic goo<br /> | ||
| + | And wrecks her hair<br /> | ||
| + | With some shampoo | ||
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| + | Plastic people<br /> | ||
| + | Oh baby, now<br /> | ||
| + | You're such a drag | ||
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| + | (I dunno ... sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey ... it's -- Ah -- your hair spray ... or something.) | ||
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| + | Plastic people<br /> | ||
| + | Oh baby!<br /> | ||
| + | You're such a drag | ||
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| + | (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 .)<br /> | ||
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| + | Take a day<br /> | ||
| + | And walk around<br /> | ||
| + | Watch the nazis<br /> | ||
| + | Run your town<br /> | ||
| + | Then go home<br /> | ||
| + | And check yourself<br /> | ||
| + | You think we're singing<br /> | ||
| + | 'Bout someone else ... but you're | ||
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| + | Plastic people!<br /> | ||
| + | (Woooooooooooooooooooh!)<br /> | ||
| + | Oh baby, now ...<br /> | ||
| + | You're such a drag | ||
| + | |||
| + | Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh! | ||
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| + | Me see a neon<br /> | ||
| + | Moon above<br /> | ||
| + | I searched for years<br /> | ||
| + | I found no love<br /> | ||
| + | I'm sure that love<br /> | ||
| + | Will never be<br /> | ||
| + | A product of<br /> | ||
| + | Plasticity<br /> | ||
| + | A product of<br /> | ||
| + | Plasticity<br /> | ||
| + | A product of<br /> | ||
| + | Plasticity: | ||
| + | |||
| + | FZ:<br /> | ||
| + | PLASTIC! PLASTIC PEOPLE!<br /> | ||
| + | PLA-HA-HA-HA-HA ...<br /> | ||
| + | PLASTIC ... PEOPLE<br /> | ||
| + | PLASTIC PEOPLE ... OO-OOOH OO-OOH ...<br /> | ||
| + | PLASTIC ...<br /> | ||
| + | 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!<br /> | ||
| + | Ooo-Hoo-Hoo ... Ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh Hoo-Hoo<br /> | ||
| + | Ooh-ooh Ooh-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo | ||
| + | |||
| + | Ray:<br /> | ||
| + | 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 ... [...]<br /> | ||
| + | You drive. You live in. You dream about ... you think only of ... you eat ... you are ... pepples ... plastic ... plastic pepples . . .<br /> | ||
| + | Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every pepples ... | ||
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| + | Peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep! | ||
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| + | == Players On This Song == | ||
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| + | == Albums In Which This Song Has Appeared == | ||
| + | *[[Joe's Corsage]] | ||
| + | *[[Mystery Disc]] | ||
| + | *[[Mothermania]] | ||
| + | *[[You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 1]] | ||
| + | == Notes About This Song == | ||
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| + | == CC Clues In This Song == | ||
Revision as of 04:16, 4 April 2005
Contents
Lyrics
Ladies & Gennelmen ... 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!
