Living the Dream

I get up each morning
I get down at night
Get down with your bad self, boy
And make us feel alright

Alright
Like peaches and cream
Alright
Like living the dream

I sold drugs in Shreveport
And in Lafayette
All I need is a tank of gas
And menthol cigarettes

And, yes
It's peaches and cream
And, yes
I'm living 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, oh

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 something
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 living the dream, oh