Louden Swain - Paper, Plastic lyrics

I'm puttin' in hours at the IGA Logs don't sell so well in may Right at five I take my dinner break and I Practice in the back Push the boxes away But I know The way it goes Wait for the time to hang out In my plain clothes Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle Pete Mankowski was the greatest of all World's best doesn't do him justice at all He started at six With his father's old walkin' stick And he whittled 'til the day He blew the record away Yeah but I know The way it goes Wait for the time to hang out In my plain clothes Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle Call it temporary Call it extemporary One of these days I'm gonna make the grade One of these days I'm gonna bake the cake One in five I'll get the crown before I die Take it all the way to my grave But I know The way it goes Wait for the time to hang out In my plain clothes Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle Paper, plastic, wood and a knife Paper, plastic feels alright tonight