A couple of week ago My wife and I Took a little trip down to Mexico Met this young girl there We brought her back with us Now she lives with us In Our Home She cleans the hallway She cleans the stair She cleans the livingroom She wipes the baby's ass She drives the kids to school She does the laundry too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah
The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school Our oldest child attends Many famous people send their children there This teacher says to us "We have a problem here This child just will not do A thing I tell him to And he's such a big old thing He hurts the other children All the games they play, he plays so rough Hold it teacher Wait a minute Maybe my hears are clogged or somethin' Maybe I'm not understanding The English language Dear, you don't seem to realize
My Life Is Good My Life Is Good My Life Is Good, you old bag My Life, My Life
Just this evening Some young associates of ours Are flying to see us from New York City They're gonna stay with us Oh, a couple of weeks or so I'm gonna take 'em to Restaurants and everything Gonna get'em some Real good cocaine They don't get much Where they come from And this one's guy wife Is such a pretty little brown thing That I'm liable to give her a poke or two Whaddaya think of that?
Teacher, let me tell you a little story Just this morning My wife and I Went to this hotel in the hills That's right The Bel-Air Hotel Where a very good friend of ours Happens to be staying And the name of this young man Is Mr Bruce Springsteen That's right, yeah Oh, we talked about some kind of woodblock or something And this new guitar we like And you know what he said to me I'll tell you what he said to me He said, "Rand, I'm tired How would you like to be the Boss for awhile?" Well, yeah Blow, Big Man, blow
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