Bjork
Plastic
Nylon
Terylene
Made of atoms
By tender fingers
And determined heads
Of inventors
Tickling
Perfection
Bjork
Plastic
Rayon
Einar
I was born aeons ago
Before anything human was known
My friends the alchemists
Told me everything was natural
And always will be that way
And possible to make gold from dirt
Bjork
Plastic
Nylon
Dear plastic
Be proud
Don't imitate anything
You're pure, pure, pure
Bjork
Plastic
Nylon
Einar
I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and digested
Of course I became big,
Big and really really 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
The only thing I get is spacefood on a tray
Bjork
Woah!
Plastic, plastic, plastic ...
Shoot him
Einar
Kann vi ekki skjota hann?
There were four of us
One of us was the landlord
There were, we were on a drinking spree
I had eaten my take-away
I washed my landlord, he was covered in gravy
The others were amazed how dirty he was
How I was, but I said,
He never took a bath,
He never takes a bath,
So why, why don't we just shoot him?
Bjork
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you just shoot him?
Einar
I said that's no polite manner to behave in
But something like that I was too drunk to remember
I said, he can't suffer the cold water
He'll die! He'll die!
They said no way, jose!
I said, my name ain't Jose
He said yes it is
But I think he was already dead
He suffered a stroke in the bath
So why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Bjork
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you just shoot him?
Einar
I said oh no
And he was so dirty
But why give him a bath?
Why don't you just give him a bullet
Bjork
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Einar
In the head?
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