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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

My Life Is Good
My Life Is Good
My Life Is Good
My Life, My Life Is Good
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      My Life Is Good   My Life Is Good   My Life Is Good   My Life, My Life Is Good