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 dinners and our bedtime 9:15
We snuggle watching Lucy on our big, enormous 12-inch screen
I'm his December bride, Chris Griffin he knows best
The kids play Howdy-Doody as the sun sets in the west

A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Someday I know, we two will go somewhere that's green