Round here lives a girl I used to know
She used to grow her hair down slow
She sang songs to the birds and bees
About the things she said we'd never believe
And all the colourful things she'd deliver
Singing
I want to be elastic
Wouldn't that be fantastic
This world has too much plastic
I want to be elastic
High on a hilltop where no one would ever go
With yellow curls she'd grow her hair down to her toes
She dreamt of rainbows and rubber trees
Of old world and new butterfly mysteries
Through the trees in the woods
Down by the river... Singing
I want to be elastic
Wouldn't that be fantastic
Round here there's too much plastic
I want to be elastic
Oh no though the lights close in on her
Even though we try as we might
Then she met a boy who'd grew his face down low
Together they sailed away on a yellow boat
They crossed a wild wide big blue sea
And with the wind turned wave into memories
To an island where rainbows were better...
Singing
I want to be elastic
Wouldn't t hat be fantastic
Round here there's too much plastic
I want to be elastic listen
It's good to be elastic being elastic is so fantastic
This world has too much plastic
I want to be elastic... Now