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