Bill Barrett has a simple dream
He calls it his Plan B
There were buildings in the sky and the air is sugar free
And everyone is very friendly
Plan B arrived on a holiday
Took a cab to the shopping malls
Bought and ate 'til he could do neither any more
Then found love on Channel 44
La, la-la-la-la
He wants to go to magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
With all those magic people
Bill Barrett sent his postcards home
To everyone he'd ever known they read
Fifty-nine cents gets you a good square meal
From the people who care how you feel
La, la-la-la-la
He wants to go to magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
La, la-la-la-la
He wants to go to magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
La, la-la-la-la
So nice to be in magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
All the magic people, all the people
All the people, all the people
All the people, all the people
All the people, all the people