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