Knockin' On Heaven's Door

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 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

Our 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