The Great Lost Kinks Album

Rosemary rose,
Nature sure gave you such a beautiful nose.
'though you're not beautiful as someone would know,
That rosemary rose,

Has eyes of blue,
And someone is treasuring a picture of you,
Taken on a holiday when you were just three,
My sweet rosemary.

You look nothing like a child,
Yet you're such a little baby.
Chewing on your liquorish gum, and cigarettes.
Rosemary rose,

Carefully sewing on your buttons and bows.
Hoping that someone will be wanting to know,
Of rosemary rose.

You look nothing like a child,
Yet you're such a little baby.
Chewing on your liquorish gum, and cigarettes.
Rosemary rose,

Carefully sewing on your buttons and bows.
Hoping that someone will be wanting to know,
Of rosemary rose.

A man lives at the corner of the street,
And his neighbors think he's helpful and he's sweet,
'cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,
But no one knows he really is a plastic man.

He's got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
(yeah, he's plastic man)
He's got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.
(yeah, he's plastic man)
He's got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,
And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.
(plastic bum)

Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don't feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He can't disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).

He's got plastic flowers growing up the walls,
He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,
He likes plastic cups and saucers 'cause they never break,
And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.

Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don't feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He can't disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).

He's got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,
(yeah, he's plastic man)
And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,
(yeah, he's plastic man)
He's got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,
But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)

Plastic man (plastic man).

Where did the spring go?
Where did the trees go?
Where did the sun go?
Where did the bluebirds fly?
Why did the rainbow turn into shadows?

Why am i cold now?
Why does my skin sag?
Why ain't my back straight?
Why do my feet ache?
Where did my youth go?
Where did my life go?

Remember walking in the rain,
And getting soaking wet,
Now i got rheumatic pains,
And i really do regret it.

Where did my teeth go?
Where did my muscles go?
Where did my shoulders go?
Where did my chest go?
When you were loving me,
You were just using me.
You would employ me,
You would destroy me.
Now all i've got are varicose veins.

Where did the spring go?
Where did my hormones go?
Where did my energy go?
Where did my go go?
Where did the pleasure go?
Where did my hair go?

Remember all those sleepless nights,
Making love by candlelight,
And every time you took my love,
You were shortening my life.

Where did my teeth go?
Where did my hair go?
Where did my shoulders go?
Where did my chest go?
Where did my hormones go?
Where did my go go?
Where did my energy go?
Where did my skin go?
Where did my muscles go?
Where did my liver go?
Where did my heart go?
Where did my bones go?

And i'm gonna spend my time,
Drawing pictures in the sand for you.
And i'm gonna ride the tide[?],
And i'm gonna make a rendezvous.

Sitting by the sea,
Sipping at my tea,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing message to you.

Pictures in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
There is nothing i would rather do (there is nothing i would rather do)
Than just sit here in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
And think of thinks i'd like to say to you (i love you true)
Every single day (every single day)
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.

(all together)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand.

If i didn't have a dime,
Would you still be loving me?
While i spend my whole life through,
Drawing pictures just for you.
But i could never draw my love,
It's so very hard to do.

Every single day,
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.

Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand. (do-bum, do-bum...)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)

Who cares if you're jewish,
And your breath smells of garlic,
And your nose is a shiny red light.
To me you are gorgeous,
And everything's right,
When i turn off the living room light.

Your clothes are old-fashioned,
Your knuckles are bony,
Your hair looks a terrible sight.
But i don't have to see you,
The way that you are,
When i turn off the living room light.
When i turn off the living room light.
I don't have to see you,
The way that you are,
When i turn off the living room light.

Well it's not that you are ugly,
And i'm not being cruel,
It helps me to relax, dear,
It helps to keep me cool.
Now i am not intending,
To make you feel ashamed,
What's wrong in me pretending?
'cause you can't help being plain.

Your nose may be bulbous,
Your face may be spotty,
Your skin may be wrinkled and tight.
But i don't want to see you,
The way that you are,
So i turn off the living room light.

We don't feel so ugly,
We don't feel so draggy,
We don't feel so twisted up tight.
And we don't feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
When we turn off the living room light.
We don't feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.