Inflatable woman, nothin' much inside
She’s my blow-up bride
I picked her up at the discount store
I took her home and threw her on the floor
She looked at me with that vacant stare
I could tell she was my kind of air–
Headed woman, I’m gonna make her mine
She’s practically human, as close as I could find

[Short instrumental break with blowing up sounds]

Inflatable woman, layin' next to me
Inflatable woman, if only she could see
She’s a real cheap date at night
She’s quiet and don’t have much appetite
And if I feel like givin' her a smack
She always finds a way to bounce right back
My woman, my little rubber maid
Inflatable woman, I can always get lay-ay-ay-tex…