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