(I don't know why?)
(Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
So he needs a lot of rest
That's the rural charm
(Blow)
Try the simple life
Takes herbal baths
In the country
(Lot of money)
I'm a professional cynic
In the country
In the country
He's gettin' thin
In the country
In the country
He lives in a house
(I don't know why?)
(I don't know why?)
(Blow me out)
He lives in a house
But my heart's not in it
Watchin' afternoon repeats
In the country
In the country
(Faint at heart)
He's readin' Balzac, knockin' back Prozac
(Blow me out)
Caught up in the century's anxiety
On the animal farm
(I am so sad)
(Lot of money)
He lives in a house
(Blow)
"Oops, I've got a lot of money
(Hey hey hey)
In the country
You should come to no harm
Successful fella
Thought to himself
(Blow)
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
A very big house
In the country
And the food he eats
(I am so sad)
Try the simple life
(I don't know why?)
(I am so sad)
A very big house
He takes all manner of pills
(Hey hey hey)
Takes herbal baths
A new start
(Blow)
On the animal farm
In the country
(Blow)
In the country
A very big house
Caught in a rat race, terminally"
I wanna a beer
On the animal farm
He lives in a house
(Blow)
In the country
You should come to no harm
And piles up analyst bills
In the country
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
Oh, it's like an animal farm
(I don't know why?)
I'm payin' the price of livin' life at the limit
It's a helpin' hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
In the country
Woo lalala
Takes herbal baths
A very big house
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
(Blow me out)
(Blow me out)
So he needs a lot of rest
(Blow me out)
Oh, it's a century's remedy
(Jackanory)
(Preys on him)
In the country
So he needs a lot of rest
In the country
(I am so sad)
In the country
(Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
You should come to no harm
Touched with his own mortality
For the faint at heart
In the country, hey
(I am so sad)
(I don't know why?)
He's got a fog in his chest
He's got a fog in his chest
Yes, it preys on him
In the country
Everything's going Jackanory
He's got mornin' glory and life's a different story
(I am so sad)
(Blow me out)
(Close your eyes my)
He's got a fog in his chest
