We live in plastic rooms and plastic houses and plastic towns And even the sky is a plastic ceiling painted blue The streets with plastic trees are so unreal, they bring you down And it sounds so plastic when people say "How do you do?" Fly me to the earth where the grass is green And birds can be seen, that's paradise Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow And where the rivers flow, that's nice We dress in plastic clothes, we go in ... but where can we go? Living in the sky is not living high We leave the land behind ... wonder why Oh some day we will turn to plastic and surely we will die Fly me to the earth where the grass is green And birds can be seen, that's paradise Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow And where the rivers flow, that's nice Fly me to the earth where the grass is green And birds can be seen, that's paradise Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow And where the rivers flow, that's nice Yeaah