There was a man who told us all about his yesterdays
He said that come the come, come revolution praise
And though we talked about him, walked about his yesterdays
No crack could snap the fact, he bore them all the way
What a day
Oh what an education
Too bad, too bad
Oh what a reputation
Baby in a plastic bag
Calling out and falling out with everyone
He saw no application for this summering
Although it hurt a lot and burned a lot of offerings
No calling... turned the granary
Oh what an education
Too bad, too bad
Oh what a reputation
Baby in a plastic bag
Well I don't like your face
Well I don't like your taste
Well I don't like this place
And I don't need your embrace
Oh what an education
Too bad, too bad
Oh what a reputation
Baby in a plastic bag
Well I don't like your face
Well I don't like your taste
Well I don't like this place
And I don't need your embrace
In a white room, in a warm man
Warm bizarre
Come and get me
Come and get me
Hang it on, hang heavy
Come
Oh what an education
Too bad, too bad
Oh what a reputation
Baby in a plastic bag
