paroles de chanson Plastic People (Live) - Frank Zappa

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: It's a 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