Lyrics:

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States
Fellow Americans!
He’s been sick, I think his wife will bring us some chicken soup

Plastic people
Oh baby, how you’re such a drag

'I know it’s hard to defend an unpopular policy
Every once in awhile'

Plastic people
Oh baby, how you’re such a drag

'There’s this guy from the CIA
And he’s creeping around Laurel Canyon'

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, how you’re such a drag

'I don’t know, sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey
It’s your hairspray 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 people are
Your foot, your hair, your nose, your arm
You eat, suck blood, your being is you plastic people
Blah blah blah plastic pebbles
A prune is not a vegetable
Cabbage is a vegetable
Plastic people, plastic people