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