Plastic (Live)

Now a little bitty termite, he come knockin',

Knockin' at my front door,

He walked right in, sat right down

Started nibblin' on the kitchen floor

He chewed on the walls and the ceilings and the halls

Lord knows he tried

But he kept a-gettin' thinner

And he never got no dinner

And finally he sat up and cried

He said, "It's plastic, good Lord, it's plastic!

I know it ain't no wood

And it can't do me no good,

Because it's plastic -- and you can't eat plastic,

Everything's gonna be plastic by and by!"

Then one afternoon in the month of June

I went down to the beach.

There were cuties and beauties in little bathin' suits

And all of them within my reach.

Then a 38-24-36 miss just happened to be passin' my way.

I said, "Please don't think I'm nervy, but you look so very curvy

Please tell me how you got that way!"

She said, "It's plastic it's only plastic,

It's pretty as can be, but you know that it ain't me,

Because they're plastic, oh yes they're plastic,

Everything's gonna be plastic by and by."