Letra de ' Plastic People ' de Frank Zappa & Mothers Of Invention

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

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