Oh, this century has brought us
Many strange and wondrous things,
Like machines that eat our garbage,
And computers that can sing,
And I thought romance had vanished,
Automated clean away,
'Til my sweetheart brought me candy,
And a PVC bouquet.

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Plastic flowers in, the kitchen, plastic flowers in the hall,
Plastic flowers in the doctor's office, and the shopping mall,
You will never be forgotten, though beneath the sod you lie,
If you have a plastic flower, by your gravestone when you die.

Oh, I love to smell the roses
In a garden alter rain,
And the spicy-sweet carnation
All my senses does Inflame,
The perfection of the lotus
Sages give their lives to gain,
Now you can get one made of plastic
For a buck, including change.

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When our earthly days are over,
And we're free from pain and hurt,
They will bury us or burn us,
And deposit us in dirt.
There the elements will mingle
With our fingers and our toes,
But not so the plastic flower,
For it will not decompose.

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Oh, your plastic flower will linger,
Though your grave it does grow green...
'Til a power mower comes
And cuts it all to smithereens.