Burt Bacharach and Hal David
Twenty houses in a row, eighty people watch a T.V. show.
Paper people, cardboard dreams;
How unreal the whole thing seems,
Can we be living in a world made of paper maché?
Ev'rything is clean and so neat,
Anything that's wrong can be just swept away,
Spray it with cologne and the whole world smells sweet.
Ice cream cones and candy bars, swings and things like bicycles and cars,
There's a sale on happiness, You buy two and it cost less.
Read the papers, keep aware, while you're lounging in your leather chair,
And if things don't look so good shake your head and knock on wood.