Somewhere That's Green - The Theatreland Chorus

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

And what kind of place is that, honey?

An emergency room?

Oh, no.

It’s just a day dream of mine

A little development I dream of, just off the interstate

Not fancy, like Levittown

Just a little street, in a little suburb, far far from urban Skid Row

Oh, I dream about it all the time

Just me, and the toaster, and a sweet little guy…

Like Seymour

(sung)

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

The 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