Une bonne vieille chanson de derrière les fagots… à peine démodée "PLASTIC PEOPLE"
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