Plastic People (YCDTOSA 1)

Roy?: Eeee!
FZ: Alright, there's a green Chevy, license number "650 BN" in Barry's lot. Gotta move it. I repeat: there is a green Chevy, license number 650 BN in Barry's lot
Guy #1: There's a '54 out there too, Frank
FZ: There's a what?
Guy #1: A '54
FZ: There's a '54 what?
Guy #1: A '54 what?
Guy #2: Did you announce the action burgers?
Guy #3: Action burgers ...!
Guy #1: It's a Ford-uhhhh!
FZ: Please, do yourself a favor and move your short before somebody takes it away. They're serving burgers in the back! If you go for burgers, you'll love the burgers here. They have some burgers in this place, when you open 'em up, y'know ... you hold 'em like this, and go way in the back where nobody can see you. Some people eat them that way
Guy #4: Take 'em back to Philadelphia, Frank!
FZ: What?
Guy #4: Philadelphia!
FZ: What about Philadelphia?
Guy #4: Cream cheese
FZ: That's it ...

FZ: Now, if you'll analyze what we're playing here, if you use your ear and listen, you can learn something about music, y'see? "Louie Louie" is the same as the other song with one extra note ... See? ... They're, they're very closely related ... and they mean just about the same thing ...

Plastic people
You gotta go
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Plastic people
You gotta go-uh!

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
You gotta go-uh!

Plastic people
You gotta go
(Sure gonna miss ya)

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
You gotta go
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Plastic people
You gotta go

Three nights and days
I walk the streets
This town is full
Of plastic creeps
Their shoes are brown
To match their suits
They got no balls
They got no roots

Because they're plastic people
You gotta go
(Sure gonna miss ya, bop, bop, bop)

Plastic people
You gotta go

Me see a neon
Moon above
I searched for years
And found no love
I'm sure that love
Will never be
A product of
Plasticity