Letras
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
She rakes and trims the grass
I love to mow and weed
She cooks like Betty Crocker
And she looks like Donna Reed
There's plastic on the furniture
To keep it neat and clean
Right, Ma?
In the Pine-Sol scented air
Somewhere that's green
Between our frozen dinners
And our bedtime, 9:15
We snuggle watching Lucy
On our big, enormous twelve-inch screen
She's my December bride
I'm father, I know 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