This reign of plastic That replaced the reign of gold Couldn Would feel so undersold If love was built on hindsight Then surely would have seen You were joining hands with the Tupperware Queen Yes you gave a groan When I took the throne But can you choose a Queen When you behave like a drone Where the silverware And certainly never been That Of this Tupperware Queen I didn Into feeling King Of anything but plastic And what plastic brings If gold is what she had It The unaffordable dream Of this Tupperware Queen Yes you gave a groan When I took the throne But don When you Where the silverware And certainly never been That Of this Tupperware Queen In future when that moan Has turned to stone And the slightest groan Feels so overblown Remember you And the Queen however plastic Runs to honeycomb