Lyrics:
Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smileIs nothing but electric signYou could say she has an individual styleShe's a part of a colorful timeSuper-sealed lady, chrome-color clothesYou wear 'cause you have no otherBut I suppose no one knowsYou're my plastic fantastic loverYour rattlin' cough never shuts offIs nothing but a used machineYour aluminum finish, slightly diminishedIs the best I've ever seenCosmetic baby, plug into meAnd never, ever find anotherAnd I realize no one's wiseTo my plastic fantastic loverThe electrical dust is starting to rustHer trapezoid thermometer tasteAll the red tape is mechanical rapeOf the TV program wasteData control and IBMScience is mankind's brotherBut all I see is draining meOn my plastic fantastic lover