Bill Barrat has a simple dream
He calls it his Plan B.
Where there are buildings in the sky and the air is sugar free
and everyone’s very friendly.
Well, Plan B arrived on a holiday.
He took a cab to the shopping malls,
Bought and ate till he could do neither any more
Then found love on Channel 44.
La la la la la
He wants to go to magic America
La la la la la
He’d like to live in magic America
With all those magic people
Bill Barrat sent his postcards home
To everyone he’d ever known
They went, “Fifty-nine cents gets you a good square meal
From the people who care how you feel.”
La la la la la
He wants to go to magic America
La la la la la
He’d like to live in magic America
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
La la la la la
He wants to go to magic America
La la la la la
He’d like to live in magic America
La la la la la
So nice to be in magic America
La la la la la
He’d like to live in magic America
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
All the magic people
With all the magic people
All the people, all the people
With all the magic people
All the people, all the people
[etc. to fade]
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