| [Mothers] Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Quit school, why fake it?
|
| Brown shoes don’t make it…
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|
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| [Ray Collins] TV dinner ▶ by the pool
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| [Roy Estrada] Watch your brother grow a beard
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Got another year of school
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| [Ray Collins] You’re OK, he’s too weird
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] Be a plumber
|
| He’s a bummer
|
| He’s a bummer
|
| Every summer
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| [Ray Collins] Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that doesn’t care…
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|
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| [FZ] Smile at every ugly
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| [Ray Collins] Shine on your shoes & cut your hair
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|
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| [FZ] Be a joik and go t’woik
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| Be a joik and go t’woik
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| Be a joik and go t’woik
|
| Be a joik and go t’woik
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| Do your job & do it right
|
| Life’s a ball
|
| TV tonight…
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] Do you love it?
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| Do you hate it?
|
| There it is… the way you made it…
|
| YARRRRRRRRRRRGH-H-H!
|
|
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins & Roy Estrada] A world of secret hungers
|
| Perverting the men who make your laws
|
| Every desire is hidden away
|
| [FZ] In a drawer… in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
|
| On a rug where they walk and drool past the girls in the office
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche
|
|
|
| [FZ] We see in the back of the City Hall mind
|
| The dream of a girl about thirteen
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|
|
| OFF with her clothes and INTO a bed
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| Where she tickles his fancy all night long
|
|
|
| His wife’s attending an orchid show
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| She squealed for a week to get him to go
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins & Roy Estrada] But back in the bed, his teen-age queen
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| [FZ] Is rocking & rolling & acting obscene
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] BABY, BABY
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
|
| BABY, BABY
|
| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
|
|
|
| And he loves it, he loves it, it curls up his toes
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| She bites his fat neck and it lights up his nose
|
| But he cannot be fooled, old City Hall Fred
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| She’s nasty, she’s nasty, she digs it in bed!
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|
|
| Do it again and do it some more
|
| That does it, by golly, it’s nasty for sure
|
| Nasty nasty nasty, nasty nasty nasty
|
| [FZ] (Only thirteen and she knows how to nasty…)
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|
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins & Roy Estrada] She’s a dirty young mind, corrupted, corroded
|
| Well, she’s thirteen today and I hear she gets loaded
|
| [FZ] P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
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| P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
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| P-bum
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|
|
| [FZ] If she were my daughter, I’d…
|
| [Lisa Cohen] What would you do, daddy?
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| [FZ] If she were my daughter, I’d…
|
| [Lisa Cohen] What would you do, daddy?
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| [FZ] If she were my daughter, I’d…
|
| [Lisa Cohen] What would you do, daddy?
|
|
|
| [Mothers] Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
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| And strap her on again, oh baby!
|
| Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
|
| And strap her on again
|
| [FZ] She’s a teen-age baby and she turns me on
|
| I’d like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
|
| [Mothers] Gonna smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
|
| And boogie till the cows come home
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
|
| [FZ] Gotta meet the Gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] TV dinner ▶ by the pool, I’m so glad I finished school
|
| [Mothers] Life is such a ball, I run the world from City Hall!
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
| We are the other people
|
| We are the other people
|
| We are the other people
|
| You’re the other people too
|
| Found a way to get to you
|
|
|
| Do you think that I’m crazy? Out of my mind?
|
| Do you think that I creep in the night and sleep in a phone booth?
|
|
|
| Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan
|
| Lemme take a minute & tell who I am
|
| If it doesn’t show, think you better know I’m another person
|
|
|
| Do you think that my pants are too tight?
|
| Do you think that I’m creepy?
|
|
|
| Better look around before you say you don’t care
|
| Shut your fuckin’ mouth about the length of my hair
|
| How would you survive if you were alive, shitty little person?
|
|
|
| We are the other people
|
| We are the other people
|
| We are the other people
|
| You’re the other people too
|
| Found a way to get to you
|
|
|
| We are the other people
|
| We are the other people
|
| We are the other people
|
| You’re the other people too
|
| Found a way to get to you
|
|
|
| Do you think that I love you, stupid & blind?
|
| Do you think that I dream through the night of holding you near me?
|
| [Ray Collins] A moonbeam through the prune, in June
|
| Reveals your chest
|
| I see your lovely beans
|
| And in that magic go-kart ▶
|
| I bite your neck
|
| The cheese I have for you, my dear
|
| Is real
|
| And very new!
|
|
|
| A moonbeam through the prune, in June
|
| Reveals your chest
|
| I see your lovely beans
|
| And in that magic go-kart
|
| I bite your neck
|
| The love I have for you, my dear
|
| Is real
|
| And very new!
|
|
|
| [FZ] Doh-doh-doh doh-doh
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] Prune!
|
| [FZ] Pah-da-dahhh!
|
| [Ray Collins] If it is a real prune…
|
| [FZ] Pah-da-dahhh!
|
| [Ray Collins] KNOWS NO CHEESE…
|
| [FZ] Chunka chunk chunka chunka chunka chunka chunk
|
| [Ray Collins] AND STANDS…
|
| [FZ] Oh no-o-o-o!
|
| [Ray Collins] TALLER & STRONGER THAN ANY TREE OR BUSH!
|
| AND I KNOW
|
| THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU
|
| WILL GROW & GROW & GROW, I THINK
|
| AND SO MY LOVE
|
| I OFFER YOU
|
| A LOVE THAT IS STRONG
|
| A PRUNE THAT IS TRUE!
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] LA LA LALA LA LA LALALA LAH LAH LAH LA LA LA LA LA LA OOOOOOOOH!
|
| [FZ] Chunka chunka chunka
|
| [Ray Collins] LA LA LA LALA
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] My darling… you mean so very much to me!
|
| I love you so deeply…
|
| It just makes me…
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] LA LA LALA LA LA LALALA LAH LAH LAH LA LA LA LA LA LA OOOOOOOOH!
|
| [FZ] Chunka chunka chunka
|
| [Ray Collins] LA LA LA LALA
|
|
|
| [FZ] Duke, duke, duke, duke of prunes, prunes
|
| [Ray Collins] I hardly recognize you, darling, oh… I’ll never forget you, darling…
|
| [FZ] Prunes, duke of prunes, prunes, prunes
|
| [Ray Collins] Oh, I suppose I will forget you eventually… in fact, I’ve already forgotten you…
|
| [FZ] Duke of prunes, prunes, prunes
|
| [Ray Collins] What is your name? Nice to see you again!
|
|
|
| [FZ] ✄ And you’ll be my douchess
|
| My douchess of prunes
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] A moonbeam through the prune, in June
|
| Reveals your chest
|
| I see your lovely beans
|
| And in that magic go-kart ▶
|
| I bite your neck
|
| The cheese I have for you, my dear
|
| Is real
|
| And very new!
|
| [FZ] NEW CHEESE!
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] Prunes!
|
| [FZ & Roy Estrada] Pah-da-dahhh!
|
| [Ray Collins] If they are fresh prunes…
|
| [FZ & Roy Estrada] Pah-da-dahhh!
|
| [Ray Collins] Know no cheese!
|
| [FZ] Chunka chunka chinky chunky stinky stanky
|
| [Ray Collins] And they just lie there
|
| Drowning & sickening and it’s just… I dunno
|
| Oh-h-h-h-h!
|
| And I know, I think
|
| The love I have for you
|
| Will never end
|
| Well, maybe
|
| [FZ] Whah!
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] And so my love
|
| [FZ] I offer you
|
| [Ray Collins] A LOVE THAT IS STRONG
|
| A PRUNE THAT IS TRUE!
|
| [Roy Estrada] Ha ha!
|
|
|
| [FZ] This is the exciting part…
|
| [Ray Collins] It’s like the Supremes…
|
| [FZ] See the way it builds up
|
| [Ray Collins] BABY, BABY
|
| D’ya feel it?
|
| BABY, BABY
|
| MY PRUNE IS YOURS, MY LOVE
|
| MY CHEESE FOR YOU
|
| [FZ] ✄ MY BABY PRUNE
|
| MY BABY PRUNE
|
| I DO LIKE YOU
|
| MY BABY CHEESE
|
| [Ray Collins] YOU KNOW I DO
|
| MY DEAR
|
| I LOVE YOU
|
| OH, CHEESY FAT
|
| OH, CHEESY FAT
|
| OH, CHEESY FAT
|
| OH, BABY FAT
|
| OH, CHEESY FAT
|
| OH, ✄ BABY BLUE
|
| Cheesy, cheesy!
|
| [FZ] (This is a song about vegetables… they keep you regular; they’re real good for ya)
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] Call it by name
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] Call one today
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] When you get off the train
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
|
| And the chances are good
|
| Ooooh, the vegetable will respond to you
|
|
|
| [FZ] (Some people don’t go for prunes… I dunno… I’ve always found that if they…)
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] Pick up your phone
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] Think of a vegetable
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] Lonely at home
|
| [FZ] Call any vegetable
|
| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
|
| And the chances are good
|
| That a vegetable will respond to you-hoooo
|
|
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA…
|
| RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA…
|
| RUTA-BAYYYYY…
|
|
|
| [FZ] (A prune isn’t really a vegetable ▶. Cabbage is a vegetable)
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] No one will know if you don’t want to let ‘em know
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] No one will know ‘less it’s you that might tell ‘em so
|
| [Ray Collins] Call and they’ll come to you covered with dew
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] Vegetables dream of responding to you
|
| [Ray Collins] Standing there shiny & proud by your side
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] Holding your hand while the neighbors decide
|
| Why is a vegetable something to hide?
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| [FZ] A lot of people don’t bother about their friends in the vegetable kingdom. They think: “Ah, what can I say? What can a person like myself say to a vegetable?” But the answer is simple, my friends… just call… and tell them how you feel… about muffins, pumpkins, wax paper, Caledonia, mahoganies, elbows and green things in general…
|
| And soon: a new rapport! You and your new little green & yellow buddies… grooving together! Oh no! Maintaining your coolness ▶ together! Worshipping together in the church of your choice!
|
| Only in America!
|
| Woh-oh-oh-ah-agh-h
|
|
|
| Call any vegetable
|
| Call it by name
|
| You gotta call one today
|
| When you get off the train
|
| Call any vegetable
|
| And the chances are good
|
| AR-R-H-R, that the vegetable will respond to you
|
| Oh no! Can you see them responding?
|
| The pumpkin is breathing hard:
|
|
|
| HUFFA PUFFA HUFFA PUFFA HUFFA PUFFA HUFFA PUFFA
|
| What a pumpkin…
|
| The idiot bastard son:
|
| The father’s a Nazi in Congress today
|
| The mother’s a hooker somewhere in L.A.
|
|
|
| The idiot bastard son:
|
| Abandoned to perish in back of a car
|
| Kenny will stash him away in a jar ▶
|
| The idiot boy!
|
|
|
| Try and imagine the window all covered in green ▶
|
| All the time he would spend
|
| At the church he’d attend
|
| Warming his pew
|
|
|
| Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch
|
| The child will thrive & grow
|
| And enter the world
|
| Of liars & cheaters & people like you
|
| Who smile & think you know
|
| What this is about
|
|
|
| You think you know everything, maybe so
|
| The song we sing, do you know?
|
| We’re listening
|
| The idiot boy!
|
|
|
| Try and imagine the window all covered in green
|
| All the time he would spend
|
| All the colors he’d blend
|
| Where are they now?
|
| It can’t happen HERE
|
| It can’t happen HERE
|
| I’m telling you, my DEAR
|
| That it can’t happen HERE
|
| Because I been checkin’ it out, baby
|
| I checked it out a coupla times
|
| But I’m telling you it can’t happen here
|
|
|
| Oh, darling, it’s important that you believe me
|
| Bop bop bop bop
|
| That it can’t happen here
|
|
|
| Who COULD IMAGINE that they would freak out somewhere in Kansas?
|
| Kansas, Kansas, Kansas, Kansas
|
| Kansas, Kansas, do-do-dun to-to Kansas, Kansas, la la la
|
| Kansas, Kansas, do-do-dun to-to Kansas, Kansas
|
|
|
| Who COULD IMAGINE that they would freak out in Minnesota?
|
| Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi
|
| Mama Minnesota, mama Minnesota, mama Minnesota, ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
|
| Mama Minnesota, mama Minnesota, mama Minnesota, ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma mama Minnesota
|
|
|
| Who COULD IMAGINE that they would freak out in Washington D.C.?
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| AC/DC do-do-do-dun AC/DC ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma AC/DC
|
| But it can’t happen here
|
| Oh baby, it can’t happen here
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| Oh baby, it can’t happen here
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| It can’t happen here
|
| Everybody’s safe and it can’t happen here
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| No freaks for us
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| It can’t happen here
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| Everybody’s clean and it can’t happen here
|
| No, no, it won’t happen here
|
| No, no, it won’t happen here
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| I’m telling you it can’t…
|
| AC/DC bop-bop-bop
|
| It won’t happen here
|
| Bop-bop-ditty-bop
|
| I’m not worried at all, I’m not worried at all
|
| Ditty-bop-bop-bop
|
| Plastic folks, you know
|
| It won’t happen here
|
| You’re safe, mama
|
| No, no, no
|
| You’re safe, baby
|
| No, no, no
|
| You just cook a TV dinner
|
| No, no, no
|
| And you make it
|
| Bop bop bop
|
| No, no, no
|
| Oh, we’re gonna get a TV dinner and cook it up
|
| No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
|
| Oh, get a TV dinner and cook it up
|
| Cook it up
|
| Oh, and it won’t happen here
|
| Who could imagine that they would freak out in the suburbs!
|
| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
|
| Man, you guys are really safe
|
| Everything’s cool
|
|
|
| I remember Tu-tu
|
| I remember Tu-tu
|
| I remember Tu-tu
|
| They had a swimming pool
|
| I remember Tu-tu
|
| I remember Tu-tu
|
| They had a swimming pool
|
| I remember Tu-tu
|
| I remember Tu-tu
|
| They had a swimming pool
|
|
|
| And they thought it couldn’t HAPPEN HERE
|
| Duh duh duh
|
| They knew it couldn’t happen here
|
| They were so sure it couldn’t happen here, but…
|
|
|
| [FZ] Suzy? ▶
|
| YES, YES, OH YES! I’VE ALWAYS FELT THAT
|
| YES, I AGREE, MAN, IT REALLY MAKES IT, YEAH!
|
| Psychedelic!
|
| IT’S A REAL THING, MAN, IT REALLY MAKES IT
|
|
|
| [FZ] Suzy? You just got to town, and we’ve been… we’ve been very interested in your development since you first took the shots
|
|
|
| [Jeannie Vassoir] Forget it!
|
|
|
| Hmmmmmmmmm
|
| It can’t happen HERE
|
| Can’t happen HERE
|
| Can’t happen HERE
|
| Bop bop-bop bop-bop bop-bow
|
| Bop bop-bop bop-bop bop-bop
|
|
|
| You’re probably wondering why I’m here
|
| And so am I, so am I
|
|
|
| Just as much as you wonder ‘bout me bein’ in this place
|
| YEAH!
|
| That’s just how much I marvel at the lameness on your face
|
|
|
| You rise each day the same old way
|
| And join your friends out on the street
|
| Spray your hair and think you’re neat
|
| I think your life is incomplete
|
| But maybe that’s not for me to say
|
| They only pay me here to play
|
|
|
| I wanna hear ♫ “Caravan” with a drum sola ▶
|
|
|
| You’re probably wondering why I’m here
|
| And so am I, so am I
|
|
|
| Just as much as you wonder ‘bout me starin’ back at you
|
| YEAH!
|
| That’s just how much I question the corny things you do
|
|
|
| You paint your face and then you chase
|
| To meet the gang where the action is
|
| Stomp all night and drink your fizz
|
| Roll your car and say: “Gee whiz!”
|
| You tore a big hole in your convertible top
|
| What will you tell your mom and pa?
|
|
|
| Mom, I tore a big hole in the convertible
|
|
|
| You’re probably wondering why I’m here
|
| And so am I, so am I
|
|
|
| Just as much as you wonder if I mean just what I say
|
| YEAH!
|
| That’s just how much I question the social games you play
|
|
|
| You told your mom you’re stoked on Tom
|
| And went for a cruise in Freddie’s car
|
| Tommy is asking where you are
|
| You boogied all night in a cheesy bar
|
| Plastic boots and plastic hat
|
| And you think you know where it’s at
|
|
|
| You’re probably wondering why I’m here
|
| Not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya
|
| AAH AAH AAAH AAH
|
| AAH AAH AAAH AAH
|
|
|
| What will you do if we let you go home
|
| And the plastic’s all melted and so is the chrome?
|
| Who are the brain police?
|
|
|
| Oohh oohh ohohohooo
|
| Oohh oohh ohohohooo
|
|
|
| What will you do when the label comes off
|
| And the plastic’s all melted and the chrome is too soft?
|
|
|
| WAAAAHHHH!
|
| I think I’m gonna die
|
| I think I’m gonna die
|
| I think I’m going to die
|
| I think I’m going to die
|
| I think I’m going to die
|
| I think I’m going to die
|
| I’m gonna die
|
| I think I’m going to die
|
| I think I’m gonna die
|
| I’m going to die
|
| I think I’m gonna die
|
| I think I’m gonna die
|
| I think I’m gonna die
|
| Going to die
|
|
|
| Who are the brain police?
|
|
|
| Oohh oohh ohohohooo
|
| Oohh oohh ohohohooo
|
|
|
| What will you do if the people you knew
|
| Were the plastic that melted and the chromium too?
|
| Who are the brain police?
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
| [FZ] Ladies & Gennelmen… the President of the United States!
|
|
|
| [Ray Collins] Fella Americans
|
| DOOT DOOT DOOT… DOOT…
|
| [FZ] He’s been sick
|
| [Ray Collins] DOO-OO-OOT… DOOT! DOOT!
|
| Teet-teet teet-teet teet-teet teet-teet-teet
|
| [FZ] And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup
|
| [Ray Collins] DOOT DOOT… teet-teet
|
|
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
|
| OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
|
|
|
| [FZ] (I know it’s hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while…)
|
|
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
|
| OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
|
|
|
| [FZ] (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
|
|
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
|
| OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
|
|
|
| [FZ] (I dunno… sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey… it’s… uh… it’s your hair spray… or something)
|
|
|
| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
|
| OH BABY! YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
|
|
|
| [FZ] (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
|
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] BUT YOU’RE PLASTIC PEOPLE!
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| [Roy Estrada] WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
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| [Roy Estrada] Ooo-ooo-ooo ooo-ooo-ooo ooo-ooo-ooo ooooooooh!
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] ✄ Me see a neon moon above
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| I searched for years, I found no love
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| I’m sure that love will never be
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| A product of plasticity
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| A product of plasticity
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| A product of plasticity
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| [FZ] Plastic! Plastic people!
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| Pla-ha-ha-ha-ha
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| Plastic… people
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| Plastic people oo-oooh oo-ooh
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| Plastic…
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| A prune is a vegetable. No, a prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable, makes it OK.
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| Plastic people, plastic people, plastic people!
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| Ooo-hoo-hoo ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh hoo-hoo
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| Ooh-ooh ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
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| [Ray Collins] You are. Your foot. Your hair. Your nose. Your arms. You eat. You 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…
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| [FZ] Peep-peep pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep
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| Mister America, walk on by
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| Your schools that do not teach
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| Mister America, walk on by
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| The minds that won’t be reached
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| Mister America, try to hide
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| The emptiness that’s you inside
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| When once you find that the way you lied
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| And all the corny tricks you tried
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| Will not forestall the rising tide
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| Of hungry freaks, daddy
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| They won’t go for no more
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| Great midwestern hardware store
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| Philosophy that turns away
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| From those who aren’t afraid to say
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| What’s on their minds
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| (The left-behinds of the Great Society)
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| [Instrumental]
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| Hungry freaks, daddy
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| [Instrumental]
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| Mister America, walk on by
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| Your supermarket dream
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| Mister America, walk on by
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| The liquor store supreme
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| Mister America, try to hide
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| The product of your savage pride
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| The useful minds that it denied
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| The day you shrugged and stepped aside
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| You saw their clothes and then you cried:
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| “Those hungry freaks!”, daddy
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| They won’t go for no more
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| Great midwestern hardware store
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| Philosophy that turns away
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| From those who aren’t afraid to say
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| What’s on their minds
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| (The left-behinds of the Great Society)
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| [Ray Collins] Is a special request… hope you’ll enjoy it
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I tried to find how my heart could be so blind
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Dear, how could I be fooled just like the rest?
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You came on strong with your fast car and your class ring
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Soft voice and your sad eyes, I fell for the whole thing
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I don’t regret having met up with a girl
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Who breaks hearts like they were nothing at all
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I’ve done it too, now I know just what it feels like
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And (just like I said) there’s no regrets
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| Well, it’s about time to close…
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| I hope you’ve had as much fun as we have
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| Don’t forget the jam session Sunday…
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| Mandy Tension will be by
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| Playing his xylophone troupe
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| It’s really been a lot of fun
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| Monday night is the Dance Contest Night:
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| The Twist Contest…
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| We’re gonna give away peanut butter & jelly & baloney samwiches for all of ya
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| It really has been fun
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| I hope we’ve played your requests…
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| The songs you like to hear…
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| Last call for alcohol
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| Drink it up, folks. Wonnerful.
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| Nice to see you, Bob… how’s it goin’?
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| How’s the kids? Wonnerful. Nice to see ya. Yes.
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| Oh, ♫ “Bill Bailey”? Oh… we’ll get to that tomorrow night. Yeah.
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| ♫ “Caravan” (with a drum sola)? ▶ Right. Yeah… we’ll do that.
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| Wonnerful. Nice to see you again. Yeah.
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| La la la la lah-h-h-h!
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| Down at the Pompadour a Go Go
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| La la la la lah-h-h-h!
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| Vo do dee oh pee pee
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| Shoobe doot-n-dah-dah-dah
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| Ya da da-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h!
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| Na nya da da da da dah-h-h-h-h-h!
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| Nite all
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