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