Lyrics John Conlee – Domestic Life

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

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