Her neon mouth with the blinking soft smile

Nothing but an electric sign

You could say she has an individual style

She's part of a carnival time

Super-sealed 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 dinimished 

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 [bad word] 
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