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 the 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

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 ears

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 his 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 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 guy's 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 the 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 that 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 want 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