So the story begins
City dweller
successful fella
Thought to himself
Oops I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race terminally
I'm a professional cynic
but my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price
of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety
Yes it preys on him
He's getting thin
Try the simple
He lives in a house
a very big house
in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
and the food he eats
in the country
He takes all manner of pills
and piles up analyst bills
in the country
Oh it's like an animal farm
That's the rural charm
in the country
He's got morning glory
and life's a different story
Everything's going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac
knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand
that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh it's a century's remedy
for the faint at heart
A new start
Try the simple
He lives in a house
a very big house
in the country
He's got a fog in his chest
so he needs a lot of rest
in the country
He doesn't drink smoke laugh
Takes herbal baths
in the country
But you'll come to no harm
on the animal farm
in the country
In the country
In the country
In the country
Blow
Blow me out
I am so sad
I don't know why
Blow
Blow me out
I am so sad
I don't know why
Oh he lives in a house
a very big house
in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
and the food he eats
in the country
He takes all manner of pills
and piles up analyst bills
in the country
Oh it's like an animal farm
That's the rural charm
in the country
Oh he lives in a house
a very big house
in the country
He's got a fog in his chest
so he needs a lot of rest
in the country
He doesn't drink smoke laugh
Takes herbal baths
in the country
But you'll come to no harm
on the animal farm
in the country
Ooh la la la
I wanna be
I wanna be
