Chris Griffin Song

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 furntiture
to keep it neat and clean
in the Pine-sol scented air
somewhere that's green
Between our frozen dinners
and our bedtime nine fifteen
We snuggle watching Lucy
on our big enormous 12-inch screen
I'm his December bride
Chris Griffen 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 too will go
Somewhere that's green

Thanks to Jacobpants!

Last edited by nightmare on 25 August 2008 at 11:26
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