A paper pack of sugar a plastic spoon and knife

A paper cup a paper plate a different boy each night

I'm getting tired of a paper and a plastic world

One that's not a lasting world that's how I feel

I'm looking for a silver and a crystal world

Not an artificial world but one that's real

Shiny plastic flowers electronic steeple chimes

Seem to be becoming the symbols of our times

I'm looking for a simple sandy suntan world 

Not a handy sunlamp world but one that is true

(I'm searching for) the kind and honest joy that I'll find in a boy like you