Suburbia
By Jan Harmon
words and music © 1979
I was watchin' the neighbor-lady shake her rug
Goin' on safari for little black bugs
She's living in a clap-trap that's nice and sunny
Living with a ding-a-ling and callin' him honey.
Have a little puff, and in a little while
You'll have a maharishi-mona-lisa smile
Lookin' at the boob tube pickin' your nose
Watchin' the plastic flower grows
Wait a couple months and in a little later
You can make snow balls in your own refrigerator
Have a little sniff and in a little while
You'll have a maharishi-mona-lisa smile.
Now there is a lady livin' on my street
Wears mukluks on her little flat feet
She has seven kids and a dog of course
An aligator lizard and a hobby horse.
Have a little snort and in a little while
You'll have a maharishi-mona-lisa smile
Oh suburbia is the place for me
Down where the Chevrolets meet the sea
Down where the drug stores sell vibrators
Wigs, pigs, and potato graters.
Have a little puff, and in a little while
You'll have a maharishi-mona-lisa smile
Have a little puff, and in a little while
You'll have a maharishi-mona-lisa smile