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Plastic People
Frank Zappa Lyrics


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!

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Frank Zappa

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RA SunGod7

"It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were dere
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights
Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold
And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his Farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops
For his CREAM he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then
Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington" - GZA



All comments from YouTube:

Meade

My favorite part of Zappa's music is how good some of his tunes sound under the absurdity.

CrankyRay

i think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup

Macy Kavanagh

“He’s been sick” 😂 every time lol

Cosi

I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup

jaz h

ladybird johnson (an actual first lady)!

Goldie’sRock&RollCollection

At 1:13, that's where GZA samples to his "Cold World" song.

RA SunGod7

"It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were dere
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights
Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold
And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his Farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops
For his CREAM he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then
Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington" - GZA

iSay Hi

It’s great we can all appreciate hip hop here, unlike those born in the wrong generation morons.

Jonathan Brown

@chavedappelle Rza has a good ear for sampling

Dirk Diggler

Thank you.. I was trying to find the sample ... 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

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