A plastic green head.

Plastic soldiers, long as they're red and grey

They're not exactly all the same

Night shift, never bringing me days

Streaming sounds of your machines

Hey, you, Mr. Green Man, won't you be my friend?

Hey, you, Mr. Green Man, you're fucking with my head

Other bands have blown me off

Money won't buy the ball

Misunderstanding keeps knocking at my door

Just a wind and nothing more

Hey, you, Mr. Green Man, won't you be my friend?

Hey, you, Mr. Green Man, you're fucking with my head

Middle East, Vietnam

Whoa!

Plastic soldiers, long as they're red and grey

They're not exactly all the same

Night shift, never bringing me days

Streaming sounds of your machines

Hey, you, Mr. Green Man, won't you be my friend?

Hey, you, Mr. Green Man, you're fucking with my head

Middle East, Vietnam