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 colourful 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 aluminium 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 dranin' me On my plastic fantastic lover