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