Is nothing but electric sign
 You could say she has an individual style
 She's a part of a colorful time

 Super-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes
 You wear 'cause you have no other
 But I suppose no one knows
 You're my plastic fantastic lover

 Your rattlin' cough never shuts off
 Is nothing but a used machine
 Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished
 Is the best I've ever seen

 Cosmetic baby, plug into me
 And never, ever find another
 And 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
 On my plastic fantastic lover