Plastic Man

Mahogany Rush

Compositor: Frank Marino

Well I'm floatin’ through a town one day
And what do you think I see
Two purple velvet ladies just as cool as they can be
Said we’re the plastic cowboy’s wives and just who might you be
But before I spoke the plastic cowboy came on up to me

He was a real Plastic Nut

Well I couldn’t help but noticin’
His silver-sequined suit
Had a flashy mirrored necktie
And a mirror on his boot
And his glasses made of custard
Were obtained from special roots
And his big six-gun shone like the Sun
But couldn’t really shoot

Talkin’ bout a Plastic Man

Well he said
Hey, man, fall down in the sand
Don’t make me tell you one more time
Or I’ll drop you where you stand
I said
Hey, cowboy, I don’t really feel like dyin'
I think I’ll just be on my way
You can tell that I ain’t buyin'

Talkin’ ’bout a Plastic Man

Well I rode my satin horse
Past this cowboy and his wives
And wondered just what Plastic Nuts
Are doin’ with their lives
Turn around for one last look
You can imagine my surprise
The big mean Plastic Man was
Cryin’ tears from his eyes

He was a real sad Plastic Man