Her neon mouth with the blinking soft smile
Ain’t nothing but an electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She’s a part of a carnival time
Super steel lady, chrome-colored clothes you wear
Cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You’re my plastic fantastic lover
Her rattling cough never shuts off
It’s nothing but a used machine
Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I ever have seen
Cosmetic baby plugged into me And never ever find another
But 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 draining me Of my plastic fantastic lover