Living The Dream

I get up each mornin' I get down at night

Get down with your bad self, boy, And make us feel alright

Alright, like peaches and cream

Alright, I like livin' the dream

I sold drugs in Shreveport

And in Lafayette;

All I need's a tank of gas

And menthol cigarettes

And, yes, it's peaches and cream, And, yes, I'm livin' the dream

Now I've found my way back home, Now I'm not in jail

I've been in a police car

And lived to tell the tale!

(Instrumental break)

Now I've found my way back home, Now I'm not in jail

I've been in a police car

And lived to tell the tale!

Let's get up to somethin', I'm so down with that!

Walk out in my crepe sole shoes

And a brand new Stetson Hat! And that is peaches and cream

And that is livin' the dream!