Letras
Cruisin' in my station wagon
Trying to keep the muffler from draggin'
Sometimes it all seems so defeating
As I'm hustlin' to make it to the Cub Scout meeting
Ooh, 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
Livin' that domestic life
Happy children and a pretty wife
Our cocker spaniel's always havin' puppies
How could anybody be so lucky?
See me mowin' my domestic yard
Lord, I owe my soul to MasterCard
But it seems to suit me to a T
That domestic life's alright with me
Our neighbors' names are Fred and Ruth
He wears a lot of leisure suits
She sells Avon and Tupperware too
We're always duckin' all the bull they shoot
Ooh, I'll never be president
And we never seem to save a cent
But things are lookin' better every day
Hell, I'm Sergeant-at-Arms of the PTA
Livin' that domestic life
Happy children and a pretty wife
Our cocker spaniel's always havin' puppies
How could anybody be so lucky?
See me mowin' my domestic yard
Lord, I owe my soul to MasterCard
But it seems to suit me to a T
That domestic life's alright with me
Livin' that domestic life
Happy children and a pretty wife
Our cocker spaniel's always havin' puppies
How could anybody be so lucky?
They see me mowin' my domestic yard
Lord, I owe my soul to MasterCard
But it seems to suit me to a T
That domestic life's alright with me
We're livin' that domestic life
And lovin' that domestic life
We're livin' that domestic life