He lives in a house
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
A very big house in the country
Oh he lives in a house
He's got a fog in his chest
For the faint at heart
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He takes all manner of pills
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
Oh, it's like an animal farm
Oh, it's like an animal farm
That's the rural charm in the country
He takes all manner of pills
You should come to no harm
Oh he lives in a house
Watchin' afternoon repeats
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why?
That's the rural charm in the country
And the food he eats in the country
Watchin' afternoon repeats
I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
Caught up in the century's anxiety
He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going jackanory
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully blind
Yes, it preys on him
Caught in a rat race terminally
Takes herbal baths in the country
A new start, try the simple life
And piles up analyst bills in the country
Takes herbal baths in the country
On the animal farm in the country
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why?
In the country, in the country, in the country
Oh, it's a century's remedy
He's gettin' thin, try the simple life
A very big house in the country
He's got a fog in his chest
And the food he eats in the country
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
Touched with his own mortality
And piles up analyst bills in the country
I'm payin' the price of livin' life at the limit
You should come to no harm
A very big house in the country
He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
