Songwriters: Balin, Marty

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 [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 drainin' me 
On my plastic fantastic lover