(Lou:) Holes in the ozone the size of Brazil Barges of trash in the chewable breeze Pools of industrial wasteland pate' Sulfur dioxide dissolving the trees Pretty soon it will all end with a boom Why am I painting the living room?
(Peter:) I have the whole day off Cause it's a Saturday There is a bluegrass band Somewhere along the bay Look at the lilacs bloom Why am I painting the living room?
(Lou:) A pinhead evangelist pays for his sin With a five dollar fine for a black collar crime Kingpins of industry knowingly nod Just like lake Erie they're 12% slime They wink at the president too I assume And here I am painting the living room
(Peter:) I hear the bluebird sing Don't let the day go by Look at the blossoms blow Over the blue blue sky All with a wild perfume And here I am painting the living room
(Both (repeated as per melody):) Why am I painting the living room?
(Lou:) Ah yes I can see how my tombstone will read Here lies someone of exceptional worth Though she did not do a lot for her kind Or help hold together this crumbling earth Here lies a woman they're saying of whom Sure had a good-looking living room...