our 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
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 a 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
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
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 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
I wanna be, I wanna be
our 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
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 a 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
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
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 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
I wanna be, I wanna be