Domestic Life Lyrics - Singles - John Conlee

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