text: Björk
  Plastic
  Nylon
  Terylene
  Made of atoms
  By tender fingers
  And determined heads
  Of inventors
  Tickling
  Perfection
  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
  Björk
  Plastic
  Nylon
  Dear plastic
  Be proud
  Dont imitate anything
  Youre pure, pure, pure
  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 Im 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
  Björk
  Whoa!
  Plastic, plastic, plastic ...