A paper pack of sugar a plastic spoon and knife A paper cup a paper plate a different boy each night I'm getting tired of a paper and a plastic world One that's not a lasting world that's how I feel I'm looking for a silver and a crystal world Not an artificial world but one that's real Shiny plastic flowers electronic steeple chimes Seem to be becoming the symbols of our times I'm looking for a simple sandy suntan world Not a handy sunlamp world but one that is true (I'm searching for) the kind and honest joy that I'll find in a boy like you