Things were meant to burn out
Things were meant to wear out
Things were meant to break down
Try and wear a pair out
They think they're stocking up
When they've got three or four
Before they turn around
They need a dozen more
Planned obsolescence
There is the essence
Of the American way of making things
Schlocky kind of breaking things
Bang, clang, crash, smash
Clunk, junk, fizzle
Conking out according to some master plan
Go try and beat the system if you can
Things were meant to burn out
Things were meant to crunch out
Things were meant to fall down
Try and wear a bunch out
You make it seem to be quite sturdy whereupon
You take your cue from things
That say "made in Taiwan"
Planned obsolescence
There is the essence
Of the American way of making things
Schlocky kind of breaking things
Bang, clang, crash, smash
Clunk, junk, fizzle
Conking out according to some master plan
Go try and beat the system if you
Try and beat the system if you
Try and beat the system if you can
