I no sing wise the greatest But I'm dating a semi- sapist So I got a black eye and my arm's in a cast Still that seems like the cute 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 their furniture To keep it neat and clean In the pine sol scented air Somewhere that's green Between our frozen dinner And our bedtime nine fifteen We snuggle watchin' Lucy On our big enormous twelve-inch screen I'm his December bride He's father, he knows best The 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