Pilot sitcom theme song Lyrics

There was this southern hustler

Smile like peanut butter

Oil on top and murky below

And then there came a lady

Eyes a little crazy

Twenty eight and nothing to show for it

They went off sailing in some stormy weather

And pretty soon it started to rain

But not before they'd made an amazing little kid like you...

She's the stereo commander

Energetic dancer

As long as it's The Beatles or The Cure

An armchair tightrope walker

Windowsill performer

Hope her mum won't drive by and see

It doesn't really matter 'bout the stormy weather

In the living room we're in flames

And that is all because of

An amazing little kid like you

It doesn't really matter if it's stormy weather

As long as we're together we're great

And that is all because of

An amazing little kid like you