Dear Plastic

Björk

Plastic Nylon

Terylene Made of atoms

By tender fingers

And determined heads

Of inventors

Tickling Perfection

Björk

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 Don't imitate anything

You're pure, pure, pure

Björk

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

Björk

Woah! Plastic, plastic, plastic ...