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