| Lyrics: | Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
Doo, sha la la loo, whop
whop.
Doo-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.)
I've given you sunshine. I've given you
dirt.
You've given me nothin' but heartache and hurt.
I'm beggin' you sweetly. I'm down
on my knees.
Oh, please, grow for me!
I've given you plant food and water to
sip.
I've given you potash. You've given me zip.
Oh God, how I mist you! Oh pod, how you
tease!
Now, please, grow for me!
I've given you southern exposure to get you to
thrive.
I've pinched you back hard like I'm s'posed ta. You're barely alive.
I've tried
you at levels of moisture from desert to mud.
I've given you growlights and mineral
supplements.
What do you want from me? Blood?
I've given you sunlight. I've
given you rain.
Looks like you're not happy 'less I open a vein.
I'll give you a few drops
if that'll appease.
Now please, oh-oh-oh please, grow for me!
Somewhere
That's Green
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.
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 bedtime, nine fifteen,
we snuggle watchin' 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 |
