I know Dirk's the greatest, but I'm dating a semi-sadist

So I got a black eye and my arm's in a cast

Still that Dirk's a cutie - well, if not, he's got inner beauty

And I dream of a place where we can 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 Jane Crocker and I look like Roxy Lalonde

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 a big, enormous, twelve-inch screen

Oh, me, 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 Sburb

I dream we'll go

Somewhere that's Green