INTRO: F#m #1. F#m We live in plastic rooms and plastic D houses and plastic towns. E A And even the sky is a plastic ceiling C#7 painted blue. F#m The streets with plastic trees are so D unreal, they bring you down. E C#7 And it sounds so plastic when people say.. how do you do? CHORUS: F#m D Fly me to the earth where the grass is green.. Dm A C#7 and birds can be seen, that's Paradise. F#m D Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow.. Dm C#7 and where the rivers flow, that's nice. #2. F#m D We dress in plastic clothes, we go in droves.. but where can we go? E A C#7 F#m Living in the sky is not living high..we leave F#m D the land behind..its broken sky..I wonder why? E C#7 Oh, some day we will turn to plastic and surely we will die. CHORUS: F#m D Fly me to the earth where the grass is green.. Dm A C#7 and birds can be seen, that's Paradise. F#m D Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow.. Dm C#7 and where the rivers flow, that's nice. CHORUS: F#m D Fly me to the earth where the grass is green.. Dm A C#7 and birds can be seen, that's Paradise. F#m D Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow.. Dm C#7 and where the rivers flow, that's nice. OUTRO: F#m D Fly me to the earth where the grass is green.. Dm A C#7 and birds can be seen, that's Paradise. F#m D Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow.. Dm C#7 and where the rivers flow, that's nice.