Her neon mouth with the blinkers-off smile
Nothing but an electric sign
You could say she has an individual style

She's part of a colorful time

Secrecy of lady-chrome-covered clothes

You wear cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You're my plastic fantastic lover


Her rattlin' cough never shuts off
Is nothin' but a used machine

Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I ever have seen


Cosmetic baby plugged into me
I'd never ever find another
I realize no one's wise

To my plastic fantastic lover

The electrical dust is starting to rust

Her trapezoid thermometer taste
All the red tape is mechanical rape
Of the TV program waste


Data control and IBM
Science is mankind's brother

But all I see is drainin' me
On my plastic fantastic lover