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

Oh, 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

In touch 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

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

Yes, 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, 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

Yes, you'll come to no harm on the animal farm in the country

Ooh-la-la-la

I wanna be, I wanna be