Somewhere That's Green

I know Seymour's the greatest

But I'm dating a semi-sadist

So I've got a black eye, and my arm's in a cast

Still, that Seymour's a cutie

Well, if not, he's got inner beauty

And I dream of a place where we could be together at last

A matchbox of our own

A fence of real chain link

A grill out on the patio

Disposal in the sink

A washer and a dryer and an ironing machine

In a tract house that we share

Somewhere that's green

He rakes and trims the grass

He loves to mow and weed

I cook like Betty Crocker

And I look like Donna Reed

There's plastic on the furniture

To keep it neat and clean

In the Pine-Sol scented air

Somewhere that's green

Between our frozen dinner

And our bed-time, 9:15

We snuggle watching Lucy

On our big, enormous twelve-inch screen

I'm his December bride

He's Father, he knows best

The kids play Howdy Doody

As the sun sets in the west

A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens Magazine

Far from Skid Row

I dream we'll go

Somewhere that's green