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
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 something
Maybe I'm not understanding the English language
Yeah, 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
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'd like 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 wood block 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, "Brad, 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 bag
My life
Is good
My life
My life
Is good
