The Mothers Of Invention - Plastic People lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen... the President of the United States! "Fella Americans... doot, doot, doot... doot..." He's been sick "Doot, doot, doot..." And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup 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... it's your hair spray or something Plastic people Oh, baby, you're such a drag "I hear 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 Nazis run your town Then go home and check yourself You think we're singing 'bout someone else But you're plastic people Oh, baby, now 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 A product of plasticity A product of plasticity Plastic, plastic people, pla-ha-ha-ha-ha, plastic You are, your foot, your hair, your nose, your arms You eat, s**, you love, you are, your being is, you're plastic Blah, blah, blah, blah, plastic peoples A prune is not a vegetable Cabbage is a vegetable, makes it okay Plastic people, plastic people You drive, you live in, you dream about, you think only of, you read, you are Purple prancing, plastic people Peep-peep-peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep