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