Ladies & Gentelmen... the PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES!
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Fella Americans...
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DOOT, DOOT, DOOT... DOOT...
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He's been sick.
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DOO-OO-OOT... DOOT! DOOT!
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(Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet-Teet)
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And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup.
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DOOT, DOOT (Teet-Teet)
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Plastic people
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Oh baby, now...
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You're such a drag
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(I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while...)
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Plastic people
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Oh baby, now
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You're such a drag
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(And there's this guy from the CIA and he's creeping around Laurel Canyon...)
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A fine little girl
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She waits for me
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She's as plastic
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As she can be
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She paints her face
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With plastic goo
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And wrecks her hair
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With some shampoo
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Plastic people
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Oh baby, now
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You're such a drag
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(I dunno... sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey... it's - Ah - your hair spray... or something.)
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Plastic people
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Oh baby!
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You're such a drag
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(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.)
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Take a day
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And walk around
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Watch the nazis
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Run your town
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Then go home
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And check yourself
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You think we're singing
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'Bout someone else... but you're
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Plastic people!
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(Woooooooooooooooooooh!)
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Oh baby, now...
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You're such a drag
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Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh!
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Me see a neon
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Moon above
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I searched for years
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I found no love
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I'm sure that love
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Will never be
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A product of
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Plasticity
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A product of
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Plasticity
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A product of
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Plasticity:
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FZ:
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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 O.K. 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:
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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... [...]
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You drive. You live in. You dream about... you think only of... you eat... you are... pepples... plastic... plastic pepples...
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Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every pepples...
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Peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep!
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Plastic People
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| Frank Zappa |
