Debbie's frying up some chicken for
Sunday lunch in her double-I kitchen,
and she's whipping up a frozen key lime pie.
Daryl's got an NFL Sunday ticket,
worked overtime two months just to get it,
now he's sipping on his third can of Busch Light.
Some people want much
finer things,
but if you ask them,
they're just living a dream.
If you've got someone to kiss goodnight and
two arms to hold you tight and a nice warm
bedroof over your head,
I'd say you're doing alright.
Even if that tent reflects your bed's
solid creaks,
you've got your health,
and someone else who says that's not wealth,
yeah,
that's the life.
Debbie found Prince Charming,
she's his trailer-trophy wife,
darling,
working part-time,
dipping cones at their quaint.
Daryl's up for a management position,
down in the small
machine repair division,
at the hardware store,
fifty hours a week.
When things get tight,
you don't need much,
just as long as you've got love.
If you've got someone
to kiss goodnight
and two arms to hold you tight and
a nice warm bedroof over your head,
I'd say you're doing alright.
Even if that tent reflects your bed's solid creaks,
if you've got your health,
and someone else who says that's not wealth,
yeah,
that's the life.
And fifteen
years gone by in a blink,
it's up to you to make them sleep.
So go find someone
to kiss goodnight and two
arms to hold you tight and a nice warm bedroof over your head,
I'd say you're doing alright.
Even if that tent reflects your bed's solid creaks,
if you've got your health,
and someone else who says that's not wealth,
yeah,
that's the life.