Miserable Mrs. Green
Sit by yourself and think awhile
Of all that once could have been
Instead of what is now
How does it even feel?
You're no longer Madame Butterfly
Yesterday operas
Have quickly passed you by
[Refrain]
Mrs. Green, you're older
But you're really no more clever
Things that you were thinking
I am thinking I will never think at all
Volumes of photographs
Held in your Eisenhower hands
Newer world intellect
Could never understand
You tore yourself apart
All for the neighborhood and kids
And never forgave yourself
For acting as you did
[Refrain]
Where is your family,
And why did they lock you up inside
And what will they talk about
After you have died?
Who scared the birds away
By lining the nest with demands
And using an iron first
And not a helping hand?
Mrs. Green, you're older
But you're really no more clever
Things that you were thinking
I am thinking I will never
Mrs. Green, I know you're not
As happy as you can be
As you watch my new leaf turn,
You're turning green with envy over me