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