Plastic - Hot Chip, Joe Goddard, Felix Martin

It’s yellow-red elastic

It makes me do the dance spastic

Covered all in clay

I’ll break from you the drastic tray

This purple popped a bubble

That makes us move although it’s trouble

It’s bulging out to bursting

Holy rollers, here comes the plastic

We are builders on the drums

To sail the sea until the bows comes

We are builders on the drums

To sail the sea until the bows comes

It’s nothing but a fabric

It’s bulbous and flatter

There’s no way to t-texture

The bones of plastic venture

This purple popped a bubble

That makes us move although it’s trouble

It’s bulging out to bursting

Holy rollers, here comes the plastic

We are builders on the drums

To sail the sea until the bows comes

We are builders on the drums

To sail the sea until the bows comes

We are builders on the drums

(I'm not just on my own)

To sail the sea until the bows comes

(But you know I could take it all)

We are builders on the drums

(I'm not just on my own)

To sail the sea until the bows comes

(But you know I could take it all)