cabaretic

A Paeon To Suburbia

A man lives
at the corner of the street

And his neighbors think
he's helpful and he's sweet,

'Cause he never swears
and he always shakes you
by the hand,

But no one knows he really is a plastic man.

He's got a plastic heart
plastic teeth and toes

He's got plastic knees
and a perfect plastic nose.

He's got plastic lips
That hide his plastic teeth
and gums

And plastic legs that reach up
to his plastic bum.

Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don't feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same.

Kick his shin
or tread on his face,

Pull his nose all over the place,
You can't disfigure
or disgrace

Plastic man.

He's got plastic flowers
growing up the walls,

He eats plastic food
with a plastic knife and fork,

He likes plastic cups and saucers
'cause they never break,

And he likes to lick his gravy off
a plastic plate.

Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don't feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,

Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
You can't disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man

He's got a plastic wife
who wears a plastic mac,

And his children wanna be
plastic like their dad,

He's got a phony smile that
makes you think he understands,

But no one ever gets the
truth from plastic man.