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Ladies & Gentelmen . . . the PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES! Fella Americans . . . DOOT, DOOT, DOOT . . . DOOT . . . He's been sick. DOO-OO-OOT . . . DOOT! DOOT! (Teet-Teet . . . Teet-Teet . . . Teet-Teet . . . Teet-Teet-Teet) And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup. DOOT, DOOT (Teet-Teet) 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 SongtexteShe 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 - your hair spray . . . or something.) Plastic people Oh baby! You're such a drag (I hear the sound of marching feet . . . down Sunset Blvd. 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! (Woooooooooooooooooooh!) Oh baby, now . . . You're such a drag Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh! 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: FZ: PLASTIC! PLASTIC PEOPLE! PLA-HA-HA-HA-HA . . . PLASTIC . . . PEOPLE PLASTIC PEOPLE . . . OO-OOOH OO-OOH . . . PLASTIC . . . A prune is a vegetable . . . no, a prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable . . . makes it O.K. PLASTIC PEOPLE . . . PLASTIC PEOPLE, PLASTIC PEOPLE! Ooo-Hoo-Hoo . . . Ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh Hoo-Hoo Ooh-ooh Ooh-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo Ray: You are. Your foot. Your hair. Your nose. Your arms. You eat. Youc suck. You love. You are. Your being is . . . you're PLASTIC . . . PEOPLE . . . BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . plastic pepples . . . [...] You drive. You live in. You dream about . . . you think only of . . . you eat . . . you are . . . pepples . . . plastic . . . plastic pepples . . . Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every pepples . . . Peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep! Aus Songtexte Mania