My husband is a killer Not the kind with an axe or a gun But a piranha in the asphalt sea Brad’ll cut you off in the fast lane or the onramp Undermine you at the office or the dinner table -- all with a smirk, anything to gain an edge (Gotta have that edge!) That’s how we do things here In the land of travertine entryways And granite countertops My kids are named Connor and Morgan Content for now with texting and videos As I drive them around in the big black Escalade Soon they’ll be trouble, hanging at the mall Shoplifting, smoking weed Wе’ll have to bring them up to speed: Acceptablе social roles are few in these parts And skateboard slacker isn’t one We’ll push them into youth sports; it usually works (Channel that aggression!) That’s how we do things here In the land of surfing and vintage cars And fat fish tacos Then there’s me; not a lot to say I don’t work, thank God -- or read either Women’s lib, what was that? Try keeping a 4,000-square-foot house clean! We still have sex; I promised Brad the whole nine yards (Didn’t I?) To stay in shape I jog, my ponytail bobbing from my golf cap Today the beauty shop, tomorrow the Botox doc I take my pleasure in Frappuccinos and margaritas “American Idol” and dining out Am I missing something? I think not That’s how we do things here ... Culture, you ask? Well, there’s music --- Hey, hey, hey! Rock and roll. We admit no other; Our comfort zone is the prime directive Same with films Subtitles? No way. We never want to work that hard We love to knock L.A. (fear and loathing) Still we sit there passively munching our popcorn; Hollywood knows what’s best for us Museums? Please! National parks? Boring For vacations Vegas is king -- no thought required Just feel the rush and hang onto your wallet Global warming? Not my problem Dwindling water, ditto Our yard is the lushest around -- and gonna stay that way So our last congressman was the biggest crook In D.C. history? So what! “America’s Finest City” produces more trash per capita Than any other in the world? Have someone else take care of it And let the good times roll We’re in La Costa for now But soon we’ll be moving up to Rancho Santa Fe My money, my possessions, my status feed me; My man’s the icing on the cake The kids sleep tight, the spa is heating up just right Brad? ... Brad!! Get over here and do me!
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