Lyrics:

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 bedtime, 9:15
We snuggle watching Lucy
On our big, enormous, 12-inch 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