Green Acres is the place to be. Farm livin’ is the life for me. Land spreadin’ out so far and wide. Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside. New York is where I’d rather stay. I get allergic smelling hay. I just adore a penthouse view. Darling I love you but give me Park Avenue. The chores! The stores! Fresh air! Times Square! You are my wife. Good bye, city life. Green Acres we are there!
Moon over Parma, bring my love to me tonight. Guide her to Cleveland, underneath your silvery light. We’re going bowlin’ so don’t lose her in Solon. Moon over Parma, tonight!