Album: The Worst of Jefferson Airplane
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 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 dranin' me
On my plastic fantastic lover