Twenty houses in a row.
Eighty people watch a TV show.
Paper people, carboard dreams.
How unreal the whole thing seems.
Chorus:
Can we be living in a world made of paper maché?
Everything is clean and so neat.
Anything that?s wrong can be just swept away.
Spray it with cologne and the whole world smells sweeeeeet.
Ice cream cones and candy bars.
Swings and things like bicycles and cars.
There?s a sale on happiness,
You buy two, and it costs less.
Chorus
Read the papers, keep aware,
While you?re lounging in your leather chair.
And, if things don?t look so good,
Shake your head, and knock on wood.
Chorus +
Like paper maché.
