Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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 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

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