Country House

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 life

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

Ooh, it's like an animal farm

Lots of 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 the century's remedy

For the faint at heart

A new start

Try the simple life

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

In the country

(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

Lots of 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

La, la, la, la

I wanna be

I wanna be