The Mothers (Frank Zappa) - Plastic People lyrics

FZ: Alright, there's a green Chevy, license number 650 BN in Barry's lot. Gotta move it. I repeat, there is a green Chevy, license number 650 BN in Barry's lot Guy #1: There's a '54 out there too, Frank FZ: There's a what? Guy #1: A '54 FZ: There's a '54 what? Guy #1: A '54 what? Guy #2: Did you announce the action burgers? Guy #3: Action burgers...! Guy #1: It's a Ford – uhhhh... FZ: Please, do yourself a favor and move your short before somebody takes it away. They're serving burgers in the back! If you go for burgers, you'll love the burgers here. They have some burgers in this place, when you open 'em up, y'know... you hold 'em like this, and go way in the back where nobody can see you... Some people eat them that way Guy #4: Take 'em back to Philadelphia, Frank! FZ: What? Guy #4: Philadelphia! FZ: What about Philadelphia? Guy #4: It's a cream cheese FZ: That's it! FZ: Now, if you'll an*lyze what we're playing here, if you use your ear and listen, you can learn something about music, y'see? "Louie Louie" is the same as the other song with one extra note, see? They're, they're very closely related and they mean just about the same thing Plastic people You gotta go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Plastic people You gotta go-UH! 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 You gotta go-UH Plastic people You gotta go (Sure gonna miss ya) 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 You gotta go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Plastic people You gotta go Three nights and days I walk the streets This town is full of plastic creeps Their shoes are brown to match their suits They got no balls, they got no roots... Because they're pPlastic people You gotta go (Sure gonna miss ya, bop, bop, bop) Plastic people You gotta go Me see a neon moon above I searched for years and found no love I'm sure that love will never be A product of plasticity