Paper, Plastic - Louden Swain

I’m puttin' in hours at the IGA

Logs don’t sell so well in may

Right at five

I take my dinner break and I

Practice in the back

Push the boxes away

But I know

The way it goes

Wait for the time to hang out

In my plain clothes

Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle

Pete Mankowski was the greatest of all

World’s best doesn’t do him justice at all

He started at six

With his father’s old walkin' stick

And he whittled 'til the day

He blew the record away

Yeah but I know

The way it goes

Wait for the time to hang out

In my plain clothes

Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle

Call it temporary

Call it extemporary

One of these days I’m gonna make the grade

One of these days I’m gonna bake the cake

One in five

I’ll get the crown before I die

Take it all the way to my grave

But I know

The way it goes

Wait for the time to hang out

In my plain clothes

Paper, plastic, wood and a whittle

Paper, plastic, wood and a knife

Paper, plastic feels alright tonight