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 (hahaha)
 Well, if not, he's got inner beauty
 And I dream of a place where we could be together at last
 And what kind of place is that, honey, an emergency room?
 Oh no, it's just a 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
 All the houses are so neat and pretty
 As they all look just alike
 Oh, 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 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