Around the start of World War Two, it's white not red or green.

With properties unique to be believed it must be seen,

It's polytetrafluoroethylene.

Oh polytetrafluoroethylene, oh polytetrafluoroethylene,

With molecules repellent you are certain to stay clean.

You cause Polymer Fume Fever unlike jam or margarine.

Its low friction coefficient makes me desperately keen

On polytetrafluoroethylene.

With strong carbon-fluorine bonds you're as inert as you are lean,

And undetectable by radar you make nose cones which are mean.

Of materials built from monomers you're certainly the queen,

Oh polytetrafluoroethylene.

Oh polytetrafluoroethylene, oh polytetrafluoroethylene,

Your melting point is higher than a very hot sardine.

Your self-lubricating property makes me feel quite serene,

With a resistivity exceeding ten to the eighteen,

It's polytetrafluoroethylene.

So next time an atomic bomb lands on your auntie Jean,

Or if you use a frying pan to fry a kidney bean,

Remember what they're made of - not Play-Doh or Plasticine,

But polytetrafluoroethylene!