Somewhere That's Green Songtext
von Carrie Hope Fletcher

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 bed-time: nine-fifteen
We snuggle watching Lucy
On our big enormous
Twelve 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