Lyrics

She’s a housewife
Her husband's worked the night shift at the plant for forty years
They have a nice little trailer, in a nice little court
And a poodle they love like the child they never had

They go to the VFW Club on Friday nights
She has a sloe gin fizz and some fries from the kitchen
Tips the waitress fifty cents
Has her hair done the same way that she has for thirty years

Some say her life’s useless
It’s boring, it's dull
But she’s happy, she’s satisfied

Nearly every day she cries
When she remembers the day that Elvis died
She doesn’t covet what she doesn’t have
She’s happy...

She has a hobby
She paints ceramics and bowls twice a month
She goes dancing with her husband when they can
Or to the wrestling matches at the local arena

Some say her life’s useless
It’s boring, it's dull
But she’s happy, she’s satisfied

Nearly every day she cries
When she remembers the day that Elvis died
She doesn’t covet what she doesn’t have
She’s happy...

Some say her life’s useless
It’s boring, it's dull
But she’s happy, she’s satisfied

Nearly every day she cries
When she remembers the day that Elvis died
She doesn’t covet what she doesn’t have
She’s happy...