Country House

And so the story begins City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself, "Whoops, 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 payin' the price of livin' life at the limit Caught up in the century's anxiety Yes, it preys on him (preys on him) He's gettin' thin (getting thin) Try the simple life He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watchin' 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 He's got morning glory and that's a different story Everything's goin' jackanory Touched with his own mortality He's reading Balzac, and 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 (faint at heart) A new start (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 He says 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 Watchin' 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 He says you'll come to no harm, on the animal farm in the country