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