John Conlee - Domestic Life Lyrics

Cruising in my station wagon trying to keep my muffler from dragging
Sometimes it seems so defeating as I’m trying to make it to the Cub Scout meeting
Ooh I dream about Mexico Where all the pretty people go
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 can 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
Ooh 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 PTA

Living that domestic life, happy children and a pretty wife
Our cocker spaniel’s always having puppies, how can 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 can 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