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