Letra de Dear Plastic

Plastic Nylon Terylene Made of atoms By tender fingers And determined heads Of inventors Tickling Perfection Plastic Rayon I was born aeons ago Before anything human was known My friends the alchemists Told me everything was natural And will always be that way And possible to make gold from dirt Plastic Nylon Dear plastic Be proud Don't imitate anything You're pure, pure, pure Plastic Nylon I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge Took everything and digested Of course I became big and strong Today I'm old and withering away My friends the alchemists Long disappeared into dust I no longer get anything fruity No longer gold made from dirt Now I only get spacefood on a tray Plastic Eggimanyinonde Plastic Saggiraranana