We see in the back room of a city called mind
The dream of a girl ...
I don't dare put it all down.
I don't mind quoting Plastic People, what with the upcoming election:
Ladies and Gentlemen...
The President of the United States!
*"Fella Americans...Doot, Doot, Doot..."*
He's been sick!--Doot! Doot!
And I think his wife is gonna bring him
Some chicken soap
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 he's creepin'
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
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, now 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 Nazi's 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
PLASTIC, PLASTIC PEOPLE--PLA-HA-HA-HA
HA-PLASTIC--You are--your foot--your hair
--your nose--your arms--you suck--you love
--you are--your being is--you're plastic--blah
--blah--blah--blah plastic Peoples
-A prune is not a vegetable
--cabbage is a vegetable; makes it O.K.
--plastic people--plastic People
--you dream about...you think about...you eat
...you are...Ooo-Hoo-Hoo...
purple prancing--plastic People-
Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Peep!
Now we need both a Captain Beefheart and Fugs thread.
Fugs had some very good lyrics sprinkled among the gross.
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't got for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
Sam with the scalp-showing flattop . . .
Particular about the point it made . . .
Sam was a basket case ! ! !
Hi Adrian and Sentanta, thanks for joining in.
No more credick at the liquor store . . .
I stroked and I poked til my wrist got numb
but I still couldn't get no dynamo hum....
Hey Dora want some mora? right here on the floora.....feels real angora....
Hi Bi-Polar Bear!
That one, of course, leads us to...
I'll be harder than your husband
Harder than you husband
I'll be harder than your husband, tonight
GO CRY ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S SHOULDER
A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now you come back knockin' on my door
And you say you're back to stay,
But I say...
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
You cheated me baby,
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to set you free
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
A year ago today
You went away
And now you come back crying
Crying, crying: please, let me in
But I don't need you
No I don't love you anymore
So go lean on...go cry on
Somebody else's door
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore (oh, my darling!)
(spoken:)
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall outa your eye
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love baby
I thought it was sharp
It was really so grand...but
You cheated me baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
(spoken:)
Baby, I love you so much, darling
Why don't you dig me?
I dig you
But you don't dig me
I don't understand what it is
I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
I got a nice pompadour job on it
I bought a new pair of shoes
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a coca-cola...
YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING WHY I'M HERE
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 solo
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 pop?
Mam, 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's 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?
Yeah!
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
(not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)
DANCIN' FOOL
Don't know much about dancin'
That's why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
'n' both my feet's too long
'course now right along with 'em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin' every night
Hopin' one day I might get it right
I'm a dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,
But I can't compete, 'cause I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
The disco folks all dressed up
Like they's fit to kill
I walk on in 'n' see 'em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin'
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt's half open, t'show you my chains
'n' the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin'
That's what you'd prob'ly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool, (etc., etc.)
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
Fool-uh!
Hey darlin'...can I buy ya a drink?
Lookin' for mister goodbar? here he is...
Wait a minute...I've got it...you're an italian!
Hah?
Yer jewish?
Love your nails...you must be a libra...
Your place or mine?
BOBBY BROWN
Hey there, people, I'm bobby brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n' i'm
Actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God I am the american dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich
(get a good
Get a good
Get a good
Get a good job)
Women's liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people I was not ready
When I f***ed this dyke by the name of freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
Oh God I am the american dream
But now I smell like vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady...i don't know which
(I wonder wonder
Wonder wonder)
So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta drifted along into s&m
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'long as I gets a little golden shower
Oh God I am the american dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin', thank you, fred!
Oh god, oh god, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is bobby brown
Watch me now, I'm goin down,
And my name is bobby brown
Watch me now, I'm goin down, etc.
