A couple of week ago My wife and ITook a little trip down to MexicoMet 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 ListenYeah The other afternoon My wife and ITook 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 hereThis child just will not doA thing I tell him toAnd he's such a big old thingHe hurts the other childrenAll the games they play, he plays so roughHold it teacherWait a minuteMaybe my hears are clogged or somethin'Maybe I'm not understandingThe English languageDear, you don't seem to realizeMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is Good, you old bagMy Life, My LifeJust this eveningSome young associates of oursAre flying to see us fromNew York CityThey're gonna stay with usOh, a couple of weeks or soI'm gonna take 'em toRestaurants and everythingGonna get'em someReal good *******They don't get muchWhere they come fromAnd this one's guy wifeIs such a pretty little brown thingThat I'm liable to give her a poke or twoWhaddaya think of that?Teacher, let me tell you a little storyJust this morningMy wife and IWent to this hotel in the hillsThat's rightThe Bel-Air HotelWhere a very good friend of oursHappens to be stayingAnd the name of this young manIs Mr Bruce SpringsteenThat's right, yeahOh, we talked about some kind ofwoodblock or somethingAnd this new guitar we likeAnd you know what he said to meI'll tell you what he said to meHe said, " Rand, I'm tired How would you like to be the Boss for awhile?"Well, yeahBlow, Big Man, blowMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is GoodMy Life, My Life Is Good
A couple of week ago My wife and ITook a little trip down to MexicoMet 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 ListenYeah The other afternoon My wife and ITook 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 hereThis child just will not doA thing I tell him toAnd he's such a big old thingHe hurts the other childrenAll the games they play, he plays so roughHold it teacherWait a minuteMaybe my hears are clogged or somethin'Maybe I'm not understandingThe English languageDear, you don't seem to realizeMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is Good, you old bagMy Life, My LifeJust this eveningSome young associates of oursAre flying to see us fromNew York CityThey're gonna stay with usOh, a couple of weeks or soI'm gonna take 'em toRestaurants and everythingGonna get'em someReal good *******They don't get muchWhere they come fromAnd this one's guy wifeIs such a pretty little brown thingThat I'm liable to give her a poke or twoWhaddaya think of that?Teacher, let me tell you a little storyJust this morningMy wife and IWent to this hotel in the hillsThat's rightThe Bel-Air HotelWhere a very good friend of oursHappens to be stayingAnd the name of this young manIs Mr Bruce SpringsteenThat's right, yeahOh, we talked about some kind ofwoodblock or somethingAnd this new guitar we likeAnd you know what he said to meI'll tell you what he said to meHe said, " Rand, I'm tired How would you like to be the Boss for awhile?"Well, yeahBlow, Big Man, blowMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is GoodMy Life Is GoodMy Life, My Life Is Good
