(John D. Loudermilk)

A paper pack of sugar a plastic spoon and knife
A paper cup a paper plate a different boy each night.

(I'm getting tired) of a paper and a plastic world
One that's not a lasting world that's how I feel
(I'm looking for) a silver and a crystal world
Not an artificial world but one that is real.

Shiny plastic flowers electronic steeple chimes
Seem to be becoming the symbols of our times.

I'm looking for a simple sandy suntan world
Not a handy sunlamp world but one that is true
(I'm searching for) the kind and honest joy
That I'll find in a boy like you...