[AUDREY, sung]
I know Seymour'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 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

(spoken)
[CHIFFON]
And what kinda place is that, honey? An emergency room?

[AUDREY]
Oh, no! It's just a daydream 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. The sweetest, greenest place where everybody has the same little lawn out front and the same little flagstone patio out back. All the houses are so neat and pretty 'cause they all look just alike! Oh, I dream about it all the time. Just me and a 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 the 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 bedtime: 9:15
We snuggle watching Lucy
On our big, enormous, 12-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