By friedman
Typical family in a 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 beauty 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, up our kids in hand-me-downs. Drive 'em to league after school, Dance class, piano lessons, teach them to swim in the pool.
Pick up the paper, in the mail, through the bills and the half-price discount sales. All we ever fight about is and sex. Just a babysitter and take your honey to the cineplex.
I know we're not alone. it's the 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 and the evening news. Help them with their homework, spend some time your kids. Play some video games and send them to bed with a kiss.
Peace and at the end of the day. Turn on the tv and wash cares away. All the wars and floods and tragedies. Just thank God it didn't to you or me.
I know we're not alone. it's the old story. This place we call our home. it's a town. and we're a typical family.