I get up each morning
I get down at night
Get down with your bad self, boy
And make us feel alright
Alright, like peaches and cream
Alright, like living the dream
I sold drugs in Shreveport
And in Lafayette
All I need's a tank of gas
And menthol cigarettes
And, yes, it's peaches and cream
And, yes, I'm living the dream
Now I've found my way back home
Now I'm not in jail
I've been in a police car
And lived to tell the tale
Now I've found my way back home
Now I'm not in jail
I've been in a police car
And lived to tell the tale
Let's get up to something
I'm so down with that
Walk out in my crepe sole shoes
And a brand new Stetson Hat
And that is peaches and cream
And that is living the dream
