Somewhere That's Green

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 can be together at last What kind of place is that, honey? An emergency room? No It's just a little daydream of mine A little development I dream of Just off the interstate Not fancy like Levittown Just a little street In a little suburb Far, far from urban Skid Row The sweetest, greenest place Where everybody has the same little lawn out front And the same little flagstone patio out back And all the houses are so neat and pretty 'Cause they all look just alike Ah, I dream about it all the time Just me and the toaster And a sweet little guy Like Seymour A matchbox of our own A fence of real chainlink A grill out on the patio Disposal in the sink A washer and a dryer And an ironing machine In the 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 bedtime- 9:15 We snuggle watching Lucy On our big, enormous 12" screen I'm his December bride He's father, he knows best Our kids watch 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