This reign of plastic

That replaced the reign of gold

Couldn't have known that you

Would feel so undersold

If love was built on hindsight

Then you surely would have seen

You were joining hands

With the Tupperware Queen



Yes you gave a groan

When I took that throne

But can you choose a Queen

When you behave like a drone

Where the silverware's not expected

And certainly never been

That's the ideal kingdom

Of this Tupperware Queen



I didn't mean to fool you

Into feeling King

Of anything but plastic

And what plastic brings

If gold is what she had

It's what I could've been

The unaffordable dream

Of this Tupperware Queen



Yes you gave a groan

When I took that throne

But don't expect a gem

When you're quarrying for stone

Where the silverware's not expected

And certainty never been

That's the ideal kingdom

Of this Tupperware Queen



In future when that moan

Has turned to prone

And the slightest groan

Feels so overblown

Remember you're a drone

And the Queen however plastic

Runs the honeycomb

Runs the honeycomb



Honeycomb, honey, honey

Remember you're a drone

And the Queen however plastic

Runs the honeycomb