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