I feel fantastic I'm wearing Plastic It makes me feel extatic They call me new romantic My head is spinning The lights are blinking Reflecting shyny Plastic / [Metal on Metal] And I like dancing / [And Plastic on Plastic] I like your hair, Your coloured hair! / [You are debonair] The clothes you wear Are X-trodinaire! I like your glasses, Your mirrored glasses, Your drum-machines And Synthesizers My head is spinning The lights are blinking Reflecting shyny Plastic / [Metal on Metal] And we are dancing / [And Plastic on Plastic] We both like Plastic We both like dancing We are the new romantics / [We are Space-Age Romantics] We feel fantastic