Alan Menken - Somewhere That's Green 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 gra** 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 The kids play 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