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