I'd like to tell you all about a little place called Sunnyville Valleytown
The kind of place where the sun perpetually shines and houses faces frozen in smiles
The smell of freshly cut grass lies thick in the Summer-drenched ambience
And no-one seems to mind
A pair of perfected woman jog down the street in scanty attire
And they're greeted by their equally perfected peers
Who seem to be content with their gardening skills
What a wonderful place
It's the type of town where a wealthy young man would drive home
In his convertible sports car after a long day at work
And park it in his beautiful drive-way; leaving it unlocked and basking in the sun
He'd walk his sculpted figure through his palatial home to the back yard
Where he'd greet his perfected wife
Who's enjoying some UV rays next to an awe-inspiring swimming-pool
What a wonderful place
Oh yes, here, everyone is admired; everyone is wealthy
Not a single essence is unpleasant to the eye
And yet, in a place where everything is perfect
Imperfections become entertainment
Yes indeed, and seeing as all have eluded their sincere selves
To strive for the common idea of a perfect human being
Imperfections easily are pointed out
Sometimes violently so
Oh yes, it's a competition and everyone wants to win
What a wonderful wonderful place