We in the club mang, live it up crispy
I’m not ashamed to say I think my life’s nifty
And I got my wife with me
She’ll be lucky if I live nine years besides fifty
But for now, I’m frisky as a cat in the grass
Every chance I get I be grabbing that ass
We’re broke as dirt and our habitat’s thrashed
But we clean it up together and then after that, laugh
I work till I bleed, then be a dad to my sons
Give them what they need so they don’t dabble in guns
I watch TLC and play Scrabble for fun
And hope my words of wisdom don’t unravel in puns
And she’s a passionate one
There’s a fire in her eyes and a choir in her thighs
I stay inspired by her cries
By her side until death do us, tempes-tuous

They say “hey man, are you getting bling?”
And I’m like “hell no, I got a wedding ring”
And it means I’m married to a damn fine lady
Find who is driving mankind crazy
Maybe it’s one of those universal truths
But the way that she moves and all, never mind
Got me saying stuff that you’ll never ever hear
I met her in a club with a regimen of weird
Got done rocking a set, way before last call
Three years later, we’re it for the long haul
Mortgage payments and grown up jobs
Health insurance and I know that’s boss
Find me back at school for my teaching license
See what the birds and the bees and I did
2 strange peas in a Fort Wayne pod
And Asakusa gets the gourmet nod

Hell yes, we’ve got problems
But I also got a partner that’s here to help me solve them
A goblin on my back who be gobblin’ my sack
Six years strong and the record’s evolving
I’m happy and content, married to my kids’ mom
I’d say she’s only out for cash but the fact of the matter’s it’s gone
When you really think about it, it’s prom
Without the teenage drama of emotions getting pissed on
I watch sitcoms and they kind of makes sense
In the light of day drenched with a minor way, dense
To deny the way whence we came to be
Would be foolish, I’m just a grateful guy
And we rule this world when we choose as much
It’s all long term plans and we’re moving up
So don’t remove the crutch when sitting at the bar
Still looking for a one night, wishing on a star