Domestic Life

Cruising in my Station Wagon

Trying to keep my muffler from dragging

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 Master Card

But it seems to suit me to a tee

That domestic life's all right with me

Our neighbor's names are Fred and Ruth

He wears a lot of leisure suits

She sells Avon and Tupperware too

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 everyday

Hell 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 Master Card

But it seems to suit me to a tee

That domestic life's all right 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 Master Card

But it seems to suit me to a tee

That domestic life's all right with me

We're living that domestic life

And loving that domestic life