I know Seymour's the greatest
But I'm dating a semi-sadist
So I 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 our furniture
to keep it neat and clean
In the Pine-Sol scented air
Somewhere that's green
Between our frozen dinner
And our bedtime nine-fifteen
We snuggle watchin' Lucy
on our big enormous
twelve-inch screen
I'm his December bride
He's father he knows best
Our kids watch Howdy Doody
As the sun sets ln the west
A picture out of
Better Homes and Gardens
magazine
Far from skid row
I dream we'll go
Somewhere that's green