Cruising in my station wagon Trying to keep my muffler from draggin' Sometimes it seems so defeating As I'm hustling to make it to the Cub Scout meeting
I dream about Mexico Where all the pretty people go But we're on a budget that just won't budge Not much money but a whole lot of love
Living that domestic life Happy children and a pretty wife Our Cocker Spaniel's always having puppies How could anybody be so lucky?
See me mowing my domestic yard Lord, I owe my soul to MasterCard But it seems to suit me to a tee That domestic life's alright with me
Our neighbor's names are Fred and Ruth He wears a lot of leisure suits She sells Avon and Tupperware too But we're always ducking all the bull they shoot
I'll never be president And we never seem to save a cent But things are looking better every day I'm Sergeant At Arms of the P.T.A.
Living that domestic life Happy children and a pretty wife Our Cocker Spaniel's always having puppies How could anybody be so lucky?
See me mowing my domestic yard Lord, I owe my soul to MasterCard But it seems to suit me to a tee That domestic life's alright with me
Living that domestic life Happy children and a pretty wife Our Cocker Spaniel's always having puppies How could anybody be so lucky?
See me mowing my domestic yard Lord, I owe my soul to MasterCard But it seems to suit me to a tee That domestic life's alright with me
We're living that domestic life And loving that domestic life