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 cocaineThey 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