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