My Life Is Good

A couple weeks 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 our hallway

She cleans the stair

She cleans the living room

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

His teach says to us

"We have a problem here, this child just will not do

A thing I tell him to

He's a such a big ol' thing

He hurts the other children

All the games they play he plays so rough"

Hold it, teacher

Wait a minute

Maybe my ears are clogged or something

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 in to see us from New York City

They're gonna stay with us

Oh, a couple of weeks or so

I'm gon' 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's wife is such a pretty little brown thing

I'm a liable to give her a poke or two

What do you 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

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, we talked about this kind of woodblock or something

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 a while?"

Well, yeah, blow, big man, blow

My life is good

My life is good, you old bat

My life is good

My life, my life is good