Hey Mr. Plastic
Hey business man
In your ticky tacky house
And your uptight head in the sand

You buy and sell love
Even kill another man

Your days are numbered
Better grab what you can

The King of Diamonds
Is here for your head
No, don't deny him
Or he'll freak you out instead

You'll be the jester
Alone in your bed

No far out chicks
No beautiful vibes
That's what I said

Hey Mr. plastic business man
You know it's groovy being beautiful, man
We love you
We love you

Ah
You built your grey walls
So very high
No they're crashin' down on you to reveal
A kaliedoscope sky
Better just go with it
'Cause on the other side
You don't wanna miss the big surprise

Just drop your briefcase
Put a flower in your hair
Put bells and beads on
Man, don't be scared
Yeah, now you got it
Love was all that you lacked
your hair is getting good at the back

Chorus

We love you
Yes we do
Yes it's Ringo, John, Paul, George and Bob
I still say I get high
Ma-ma-ma
You You you...