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