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