By friedman
Typical in a typical town, Chasing our with the top rolled down. Drive to the supermarket, travel up and down the aisles, past cereal for miles and miles and miles.
Stand in line at the register, through the magazines, At julia roberts and all them queens, And in the usa and sightings of bigfoot, madonna and elvis and jfk.
I know we're not alone. it's the old story. This place we our home. it's a typical town. and we're a typical family.
Typical in a typical town, Dress up our in hand-me-downs. Drive 'em to little after school, class, piano lessons, teach them to swim in the neighbor's pool.
Pick up the paper, in the mail, Sort through the and the half-price discount sales. All we ever fight is money and sex. Just a babysitter and take your honey to the cineplex.
I know not alone. it's the same old story. This place we call our home. a typical town. and we're a typical family.
Settle for supper, kick off your shoes. Tuna surprise and the news. Help them their homework, spend some time with your kids. Play some video and send them to bed with a goodnight kiss.
Peace and at the end of the day. Turn on the tv and wash your away. All the and floods and assorted tragedies. Just God it didn't happen to you or me.
I know we're not alone. the same old story. place we call our home. it's a typical town. and we're a typical family.