John Conlee - Domestic Life lyrics

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 co*ker 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 co*ker 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 co*ker 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