Bill Barrat has a simple dream

He calls it his Plan B

Where there are buildings in the sky

And the air is sugar free

And everyone's very friendly

Well, Plan B arrived on a holiday

He took a cab to the shopping malls

Bought and ate till he could do neither any more

Then found love on Channel 44

La la la la la

He wants to go to magic America

La la la la la

He'd like to live in magic America

With all those magic people

Bill Barrat sent his postcards home

To everyone he'd ever known

They went

"Fifty-nine cents gets you a good square meal

From the people who care how you feel"