This single is a bad souvenir for Ray Davies who dislikes it a lot. After the total failure of the Village Green Preservation Society album in the winter 1968-69, the Kinks quicky went back in studio to record a "hit", issued in March 1969. The hit will be a miss since "Plastic Man" failed to get higher than the 31th range in the charts. You may say "who care?" but in these times, there was no much hope to survive for such a band without some kind of commercial achievement in the charts. Moreover, Ray Davied was not very proud of the song, not one of his finest for sure, but honestly a good one with his characteristic sarcastic lyrics about well-thinking citizens. And the B-side is astonishing cos' on the beginning you'd believe to hear what will be the future T. Rex. The reason I put it in streaming. The riff is quite "You Really Got Me"-inspired but they were the creators of it so what the hell. These 2 songs will be forgotten a long time, only included in the Great Lost Kinks album and finally included in the latest reissue of Arthur in 1998. There are 2 versions of "Plastic Man", a mono (as on the single) and a stereo, and I put them both on the single.
Plastic Man. A man lives at the corner of the street,And his neighbors think he’s helpful and he’s sweet,’cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,But no one knows he really is a plastic man.He’s got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,(yeah, he’s plastic man)He’s got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.(yeah, he’s plastic man)He’s got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.(plastic bum)Plastic man got no brain,Plastic man don’t feel no pain,Plastic people look the same,Yeah, yeah, yeah.Kick his shin or tread on his face,Pull his nose all over the place,He can’t disfigure, or disgrace,Plastic man (plastic man).He’s got plastic flowers growing up the walls,He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,He likes plastic cups and saucers ’cause they never break,And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.Plastic man got no brain,Plastic man don’t feel no pain,Plastic people look the same,Yeah, yeah, yeah.Kick his shin or tread on his face,Pull his nose all over the place,He can’t disfigure, or disgrace,Plastic man (plastic man).He’s got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,(yeah, he’s plastic man)And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,(yeah, he’s plastic man)He’s got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)Plastic man (plastic man).